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Veterans Day: The Challenges and Coins

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a picture of the challenge coin from the first army command sergeant major.
This is the coin I received from the First Army Command Sergeant Major in 1998. This and a five dollar bill will get you a cup of coffee at Starbucks or Dunkin, and in some circumstances, maybe a free beer at the enlisted club. While the coin may lack monetary value, it has a great deal of sentimental value for this old Soldier.
-Photo by author

April, 1998, I found myself attending drill in Orlando, FL with the New Hampshire National Guard State Command Sergeant Major. On this drill weekend, the rest of my battery was in Jericho, VT shooting howitzers in the snow while I enjoyed beer in a hot tub in Florida. I had been selected as the 1997 Noncommissioned Officer of the Year for the New Hampshire Guard. The eastern regional competition was in Orlando that year. Someone else won the competition at this level, but all the competitors received a challenge coin from the First Army Command Sergeant Major, CSM Kenneth Cummings. This was my first, but not the last, challenge coin I received in my military career.

Challenge coins are an old military tradition. If you research internet sources, you will likely find versions of three stories about the origin of challenge coins. The first dates back to Roman times, when the leaders of Roman Legions had coins minted with the Legion emblem. They were awarded to Legion Soldiers for honorable actions. The next is a story of a World War I pilot who feared he or members of his unit would be shot down behind enemy lines and then shot by allied forces while attempting to cross into friendly territory. He had tokens minted with the unit heraldry and issued them to all the pilots for proof of identity. A third common story dates back to watering holes in Vietnam. Soldiers who lacked some memento to prove they had engaged with the enemy in close combat were required to buy everyone in the club a round.

However, there are two other stories I know related to challenge coins. The first is from an episode of Turn, a television series about GEN Washington’s spy network. In this episode, one of the characters is challenged to prove he is a member of the network. He produces a coin, mixed in with other coins of the land, to show he works for Washington. Another story is in the book written by COL (r) David Hackworth, About Face: The Odyssey of an American Warrior. I would cite the page of this story, but I am not digging back through a 900+ page book to find it! COL Hackworth tells a story about issuing every Soldier in his Battalion a card with his personal and operations center’s contact information. Every Soldier was required to carry the card with them at all times. If they found themselves in some sort of trouble, they could call for help. This card was an inspectable item. Members of the Battalion were often challenged to produce their card.

picture of a silver dollar presented to the author by second lieutenant Krauklin when he was commissioned.
This is the siler dollar presented to me by then 2LT Krauklin. He still serves as a commissioned officer today. We worked together again after his commisioning.
-Photo by author.

Another coin tradition is that of the First Salute. Upon receiving his or her commission as a Second Lieutenant, Officers give a silver dollar to the first enlisted Soldier to render them a salute. Today that tradition is built into the commissioning ceremony. Near the end of the ceremony, each new 2LT is called forward to receive his or her first salute. The enlisted person is selected by the new Officer and is commonly a person who had a positive influence in their life.

In 2004, I was deployed to Baqubah, Iraq along with about 100 other American Soldiers at a downtown Police Headquarters. SGT Peter Krauklin was one of the Soldiers who worked in our operations center, the vital communications link between the Soldiers guarding our tiny perimeter, out on patrol, and with our higher headquarters. Krauklin was a last minute addition to our unit when it was activated. He had zero friends or acquaintances when he arrived. While I cannot say I went out of my way to make him feel part of the team, that is my method of operation. After my second deployment, I was promoted to Master Sergeant and reassigned to the Modular Training Company,195th Regiment (NH Reg Tng Inst) as the Chief Instructor. I was required to complete several training programs to be qualified, including the Platoon Leader Trainer Qualification Course, conducted by the 195th’s OCS Company. A student in that class was OC Peter Krauklin. When OC Krauklin completed OCS the following September, he selected me to present his first salute at his ceremony. Of the many coins I have, the silver dollar I receive from 2LT Krauklin is one of my most cherished.

Photo of the 42nd Infantry Division Command Team coin which shows 1/2 of a rainbow representing the loss of 1/2 of the Soldiers in World War I
This coin from the 42nd Infantry Division was awarded to me by both the Commanding General during a visit to our unit in 2022, and his Command Sergeant Major in 2023 at his Change of Responsibility Ceremony. I told the CSM his CG had already given me one.
-Photo by author

I often encourage others to do more than thank service members and veterans for their service. Instead, ask them to tell a story about a memorable time from their service. One way to get a vet to open up is asking if they ever received a coin. Ask if they have it with them and to tell the story of how they received it. Many times military members, past and present, have official awards and medals, but for personal reasons, they may not want to talk about them. Coins however are unofficial awards, or sometimes personal purchases to remember a place or event. Soldiers want to talk about those situations. Asking about their coin is one way to better understand the service and sacrifice of those serving or served in the military.

Units will often mint coins for their members to memorialize specific events. The coins will be available for members through purchase or provided by leaders with their own funds. One of the most common reason for every unit member to receive a coin is deployment. A company or battalion will design a coin that is specific to service in that period of time. Such coins are completely appropriate with the history of challenge coins, as the only way to receive a copy of that particular coin is to belong to the unit at the time of issue.

This picture shows a coin the author had made to present to Soldiers. It features the 197th Field Artillery patch consisting of five arrows joined together representing each of the original five counties in New Hampshire, and the rank insignia of Command Sergeant Major.
As the Command Sergeant Major of the 197th Field Artillery Brigade, the Army provided 50 coins for me to award to Soldiers. I did not feel that was enough, so I order my own. The Army also had strong rules about how to present coins that did not apply to the coins I purchased. I know there are Soldiers across the military will tell the story of how they received this coin for years. -Photo by author.

While the origin of challenge coins will never likely ever truly be known, they have become a symbol of belonging. Coins represent the stories of a Soldier’s career. Those small tokens represent their participation in events that become history. Coins demonstrate recognition for accomplishments, belonging, and excellence. Each has its own story of service, sacrifice, honor, and is part of the legend of military service. When you see a current or past service member, after thanking them, ask if they have a challenge coin. Then ask them to tell the story of their coin. You can bet that no matter how few or how many she or he has, they can tell you the story of each of them.

The Veterans’ Struggle

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Bennington Battle Monument with Seth Warner Monument in foreground
Bennington Battle Monument.
-Photo by Eixo, Public Domain

A few years ago, I picked up a book titled The Battle of Bennington: Soldiers & Civilians by Michael P. Gabriel while visiting the Bennington Battle Monument. While not the most riveting war book I’ve ever read, what impressed me were the number of first-hand accounts of the battle as told by the veterans who fought there. Some of the accounts were official reports by various commanders under John Stark and Seth Warner. Most were personal Soldier accounts, many made years after the battle, to support pension claims.

The Battle of Bennington was not the largest battle in the American Revolutionary War, but it was probably the most pivotal battle. As the British move south from Quebec to link up with forces in New York City, their supply lines were stretched. In order to complete the mission, they required the stores at Bennington. The loss there denied them access to food and ammunition necessary to continue their campaign. Although the British were able to win the first Battle at Saratoga, when counterattacked by American forces, General Burgoyne was compelled to surrender his forces, arms, and ammunition.

As one reads the accounts of the Battle of Bennington, it is hard not to miss the incredible courage demonstrated by the militia forces in that fight. The Soldiers from the New Hampshire militia had only been formed a few weeks before the battle by John Stark. Stark had left the Continental Army after a dispute with GEN Washington but was pressed into service to lead the State militia upon returning to Manchester. Part of that role included helping the Green Mountain Boys from the Vermont militia defend the New Hampshire Grants in what would become Vermont.

Burgoyne sent a detachment of Hessians to seize the provisions if the Continental Army at Bennington. Just outside the town, they established an entrenched defensive position on a hilltop as foul weather moved into the area (I can only imagine what it was like during that night. My first trip to the battlefield was cut short by an incoming storm. The thunder and lightning were terrifying that afternoon, and I had a dry, warm car to keep me safe). Thick woods still surround the encampment, which gives modern visitors a real feeling of what it was like to attempt to assault the redoubt on top of the hill. The only thing missing most days is the slippery mud. In small groups, each unit attacked by different routes. In the days before radios, and with limited visibility to coordinate movement, no unit really knew of the promised support to their left or right would materialize.

At the end of the day, the British lost over 900 men, the rebels 70.

While this was a small battle, it was important. Burgoyne was not able to obtain the supplies he needed to continue his attack. Instead, those same provisions were used to sustain the Americans during the second Battle of Saratoga that led to the British surrender.

Purple Heart Medal
The Purple Heart was originally awarded to Soldiers in the Continental Army for merit. In the 20th century, it became an icon of an injury sustained in battle.
-USAF photo

As I said in the opening paragraph, the courage displayed by these men was amazing. Another thing stood out to me as I read their accounts, the trouble many of them faced collecting pensions promised them by the Federal Government for their service. Talk to any veteran today about their experience dealing with the VA. Most have at least one story of things the Department messed up. While it is human to err, the theme dating back to the Revolution and veterans is the same, greater struggles to receive the promised care for their wartime, service connected injuries that the actual battles that inflicted those wounds. Sadly, the biggest barrier to veterans receiving care is the very selflessness that runs through many combat veterans, their desire to deny medical treatment in order to continue fighting with their comrades. Claims made in the future are difficult to prove without that medical report at the time of the injury. By choosing to stay in the fight and not have their minor injuries documented, service members deny themselves the opportunity to easily apply for and receive future benefits to receive treatment or payments. Instead, veterans have to find comrades who will step up and verify that their battle buddy was injured in combat. Even when such evidence is available, the VA will often deny that such injuries were all that bad because the service member continued to fight. The bureaucrats do not understand seeking medical treatment is always an option under fire. Many of the accounts from Bennington veterans contain statements about why they were not able to seek medical attention, or how the military lost the records of their participation and injuries.

Veterans who fight our nation’s wars should not have to fight our nation to receive compensation and care for their service connected injuries and disabilities. Perhaps in the next 250 years things will improve. Veterans today have better access to records than those in the past. Still too many fight the same fight their predecessors have to get the government to take ownership of the injuries military service inflicted upon them. However, like the protection of liberty requires constant vigilance, the fight for care and compensation also requires persistence., and has for almost 250 years.

References

American Battlefield Trust (2002). Bennington. American Battlefield Trust.https://www.battlefields.org/learn/revolutionary-war/battles/bennington. Retrieved 11/10/24

Gabriel, M. (2012). The battle of Bennington: Soldiers & civilians. History Press. Charleston, SC.

National Park Service (N.D.). The Battle of Bennington: An American victory (Teaching with historic places). National Park Service. https://www.nps.gov/articles/the-battle-of-bennington-an-american-victory-teaching-with-historic-places.htm. Retrieved 11/10/24

Of Veterans and Veterans Day

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Military color guard honoring veterans in a Veterans Day Ceremony.
-USAF Photo by Josh Plueger

Veterans Day is the day the United States recognizes all its military veterans. Many people often wonder what the difference is between Memorial Day and Veterans Day. That probably is the fault of Veterans. Memorial Day is the day we remember service members who died in our nation’s conflicts. It originated from any of a number of communities who claim to have created the holiday to commemorate those who died during the American Civil War in the years after that conflict. Traditionally it was celebrated on May 30th. While many communities still celebrate Memorial Day on the 30th, the recognized federal holiday is the last Monday in May. As the name suggests, Memorial Day is about remembering those who died serving our nation.

The Soldiers depicted in the National Korean War Memorial serve as silent sentinels reminding everyone about the service and sacrifice of military veterans. The Korean War is often called the forgotten war because it was limited to Korean territory. Sandwiched between the large mobilization of WWII and the turmoil created by the long war in Vietnam, these veterans are often neglected by the public and history.
-Photo by the author.

Veterans Day is a more recent holiday devoted to recognizing all military veterans regardless of time of service, whether they served during wartime or in peace, from all branches, and is dedicated to living veterans and those who have died whether during conflict. This last part is where the confusion rests. Most military veterans do not consider themselves heroes. Some are happy to regal others with their feats of daring in peace and war. Some not so much. In most cases, military veterans claim the real heroes who died in battles long ago or more recently. Every service member signs a check when they sign their enlistment papers payable to the people of the United States for everything up to and including their very lives. Only a small fraction of service members are asked to cash those checks at that level. Almost all military members sacrifice something of value during their time of service. For some it results in broken relationships. For others the sacrifice is missing important family events. Many suffer some sort of injury, even in peacetime, that follows them through the rest of their lives. Training for war is dangerous and does sometimes results in loss of life in spite of strong risk reduction measures taken by leaders. That is why one day each year we honor those who voluntarily and involuntarily served our nation’s military.

Veterans Day was not an official US holiday until 1954. There was a holiday before 1954 that recognized the service, accomplishments, and sacrifice of the veterans of “The Great War”, what we now call World War One. It was celebrated on November 11th because that is the anniversary of the day the shooting stopped based on a cease fire agreement between the Allies and the German Empire. Veterans Day ceremonies begin in many communities at 11:00 AM because that as the hour appointed for all shooting and maneuver by both sides to stop.

By 1954, the world had engaged in another great conflict which made the war waged between 1914 and 1918 look like a long battle. There was pressure to recognize the contributions of the veterans of the Second World War, the conflict in Korea, and those still serving. It was becoming increasingly apparent that not only was WWI not the war to end all wars but neither was WWII. Since that time, the United States has engaged in military conflicts and operations in Vietnam, Kuwait, Panama, Haiti, Grenada, Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, and others.

Veterans from Vietnam were vilified by the American public as the symbols of the government action in Southeast Asia to which they objected. Many service members who fought in that conflict were conscripted. They honored their duty as a citizen and reported when called recognizing one does not always have the luxury of choosing which conflict to fight. In more recently, Americans have changed their opinions about Vietnam Veteran but the scars remain from those emotional wounds inflicted by their countrymen decades ago.
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Today, military veterans enjoy a great deal of prestige. That has not always been the case in our nation’s history. Many Soldiers and Sailors who served during the War of Independence never received pay they were promised when they signed up with either their State militias or as regulars in the Continental Army. Additionally, the Continental Congress authorized pensions for Soldiers from our first war. However, the promise was not readily fulfilled. Many veterans lacked documented proof of their service. In many cases, because Soldiers served with militias their States, not the national government, the newly formed States were responsible for their pay and any benefits. In the postwar — pre-constitution period there were many citizens who believed those veterans were trying to scam the government to give them something they neither earned nor deserved. Those who were paid received cash notes that were virtually worthless allowing those veterans to only purchase goods at extreme exchange rates from the face value. Their cash was nearly worthless.

After the Great War, many WWI veterans fell into poverty. Homeless they took up residence in abandoned buildings in our nation’s capital and in many of the parks around the city. Soldiers, under the command of Gen. Douglas MacArthur attacked the unarmed veterans with swords and tear gas killing one and injuring 69. Soldiers returning from Vietnam were discouraged from wearing their uniforms when returning to the States. It was common for service members to be spat upon or assaulted by members of the peace movement.

America has a long love/hate history with those who protect her. Veterans Day is the one day the nation thanks and acknowledges the suffering, sacrifice, and selfless service of those veterans who defend liberty 24/7/365 for the last 245 years (I realize the Declaration of Independence was signed 244 years ago but the U.S. Army was established by Congress in 1775, a little more than 12 months earlier). That service continues today. Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, Airmen, and Coasties are standing guard all over the world today protecting liberty, training hard, and fighting our nation’s enemies. When you next thank a vet ask them why they serve. Remember, less than one percent of our population protects the United States. Take a few minutes this Veterans Day to attend a local ceremony and chat with a Vet.

Most service members spend more time engaged in training and other peace-time duties than they do engaged in combat. Even in combat zones, most service members are engaged is maintenance, training, and support activities. Only a fraction of the total force is tasked to close with and engage our nation’s enemies in close combat. However, every service member deployed in a combat zone, stationed in a foreign land, or at sea is in jeopardy.
-Photo by New Hampshire National Guard-195th Regiment in which the author later served as the Command Sergeant Major.

References

Department of Veterans Affairs. (n.d.) History of veterans day. https://www.va.gov/opa/vetsday/vetdayhistory.asp. Retrieved 11/10/20

Llewellyn, J. & Thompson, S. (Feb 21, 2015) Shay’s rebellion. Alpha History.https://alphahistory.com/americanrevolution/shays-rebellion/. Retrieved 11/10/20

McArdle, T. (Jul 28, 2017) The veterans were desperate. Gen. McArthur ordered U.S. troops to attack them. The Washington Post. https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/retropolis/wp/2017/07/28/the-veterans-were-desperate-gen-macarthur-ordered-u-s-troops-to-attack-them/ Retrieved 11/10/20

In Lieu of MPs

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HHS (FWD) 2BN, 197th FA (ILOMP) musters for the first time in Berlin, NH. Photo courtesy MAJ (r) Matthew Boucher

In 2004, I was assigned to be a Platoon Sergeant for 2nd Platoon, Headquarters Battery (Forward) 2nd Battalion, 197th Field Artillery Regiment (In Lieu of Military Police). We were a bunch of highly skilled cannon cockers, fire direction specialists, wrench turners, and clerks. Some of us had experience in law enforcement but none of us ever trained to be MPs or Infantrymen. It did not matter. The Army needed MPs, not artillery, to fight the insurgents in Iraq so we received 10 or 14 days of training and became MPs. The training was squad-centric, nothing for platoon or company leaders. As a result, none of the Platoon Leaders, Platoon Sergeants, the First Sergeant, nor the Company Commander received any training to be or lead MPs. With our little training, we boarded planes and headed to staging areas in Kuwait determined to do our jobs to the best of our humble abilities.

When we arrived in the Middle East, our company was split and served in three locations, Mosul, Tikrit, and Baqubah. The Baqubah mission was to provide 24/7 force protection to the provincial police headquarters building downtown and train Iraqi Police. Everyone knew Mosul and Tirkrit were dangerous. None of us had ever heard of Baqubah. It had to be relatively safe, right? I had the opportunity to visit the newly renovated police training facility in Mosul. It was nice, rivaling the academy police officers in New Hampshire attend. Given the quality of the Mosul police academy, the perceived safety of Baqubah, and the opportunity to complete a mission that would help the locals develop security forces to protect themselves, I volunteered my platoon to execute the Baqubah mission. When we arrived at the Diyala Police Provincial Police Headquarters we all realized that not only were we not in New Hampshire anymore Dorthy, this place looked nothing like the facility in Mosul!

One of the Soldiers in my platoon, Aaron Marshall, is writing a book, Baqubah; Bones and Blood, about his experiences during that deployment. He provided me an advanced copy of his manuscript. He expects it to be ready for publication in 2020. Marshall reminds me of Medal of Honor recipient Maynard Smith who demonstrated exceptional bravery under fire, but always found trouble when the bullets were not flying. Marshall is a very brave person but always had a knack for finding trouble. Still, he was someone I wanted by my side when the shooting started.

Squad members training in the snow at Ft Dix to prepare to fight in the desert of Iraq in 2004. ibid

I have published a veteran based post each Memorial and Veterans Day since starting my blog. After reading Aaron’s manuscript, I thought he did an excellent job of describing many parts of the experiences of combat veterans. I asked permission to publish an excerpt of his book here for Veterans Day. He granted me that permission. What follows is a brief excerpt as written by him with a few edits for clarification. His writing is graphic and may be offensive to some readers. I decided to publish this post using his graphic words because war is both graphic and offensive. I will post when the book is published.

Please read and reflect on the words and experiences of PFC Aaron Marshall.

My call sign in Iraq was “Spoonman”. We were told to come up with our own call signs, and I loved the song by Soundgarden so I went with that. At that point I had never tried heroin and wouldn’t until my second divorce about 7 years later. But that’s a story for another time. An even darker tale of the human experience; loss, tragedy, insanity, and redemption. Now that I think about it, it was sort of a self-induced experience very similar to Iraq; to War. I relived the terror of death on a daily basis with that drug, but I was one of the lucky few who was able to kick it before it took me completely.

I had too many experiences with death. Too many. I’ve felt the breeze created by a snipers bullet gently flow by my face. I’ve been hit with anti-tank rockets so close it made me think the world had ended. I’ve had septic shock, pancreatitis, renal failure, and felt the peaceful calm that comes over you when you die. I’ve overdosed too many times and woken up to people standing over me crying.

Humvee of Platoon Leader, 4th Platoon/293rd MPs. ibid

And I’m still here. I’m still trudging forward, marching on. To what I haven’t the slightest idea. I have no idea why I’m still here. Dumb luck maybe? A purpose I don’t yet know? I would go with dumb luck over fate. Regardless, I give thanks to the people around me. If I gave thanks to a supposed god, I would be squandering an opportunity to make an actual difference in the world. That was one of the original ideas behind me joining the military in the first place. After September 11th 2001, most young men my age were jolted by a sense of duty to do something, anything. But still only a few signed up to voluntarily fight in a War that we all knew was coming. We all wanted it. There was that part of the collective unconscious of the country that needed war; vengeance, justice. The same type of situation occurred in Iraq in 2004 when a Sergeant (SGT) From the 3rd ID and a Lieutenant (LT) ended up both losing one of their arms during an RPG attack on a patrol. We all felt completely helpless immediately after.

Searching within ourselves for the answer to the question why? Why did it happen? Why did the RPG enter the front of the Humvee like it did? Why that road? Why them? Why not me? And every single man and woman at the Police Station wanted vengeance, justice. We knew we would get it but we just didn’t know when. It was part of all our collective unconscious at the station. We would get it. At least that’s how I felt about it.

Diyala Provincial Police HQ, our home for 13 months. Note that we used sand bags in the windows to keep out sunlight for those working the overnight sifts, and what ever projectiles came our way from the city around us. ibid

During one of our QRF (Quick Reaction Force) missions shortly after the SGT and LT were severely wounded, we would get our revenge. We needed to kill one of the enemy, a hundred if we could, to make us all feel like we were doing something good for our wounded family. My team got called out to pick up a soldier that had been wounded by an IED (Improvised Explosive Device, commonly called a roadside bomb) just down the road from us on what was called “RPG Alley”. When we went to pick him up, it was a dangerous feeling, a feeling like something bad was going to happen. I’d get that feeling from time to time, and I learned to trust it. Over time that feeling was correct more often than not, and at the very least that feeling would heighten your senses so you’d be even more ready for an ambush.

You never knew when and if another IED was going to be set off after the first one. But we had to get the wounded out. The soldier was in good spirits. Pretty bloodied but happy to be getting the hell out of there and onto a base with medical care.

A village along RPG Alley. author

Halfway to F.O.B. Warhorse we were ambushed by some AK-47 fire that pinged off the vehicle in front of me then skipped just over our vehicle. I got out of the kill zone by ducking down into the vehicle. When the gunfire stopped hitting our vehicle my SGT yelled, “shoot!” I popped up, unlatched the turret, swung it counterclockwise, locked the turret back in, and looked down the barrel of my M249 SAW. I didn’t even have to aim. I was looking directly at a man slightly crouched beside a wall, exactly where the gunfire was coming from, holding a weapon. I didn’t even think about it. I let loose as many rounds as I could and I’ll never forget how he instantly slumped to the ground when my first bullet hit, and stayed motionless (Marshall said that the gunner in the next Humvee behind him also engaged the insurgent. Karl rarely received credit for his role in that fight. Marshall remembers hearing the gun firing). I ducked back into the Humvee and said the SGT, “Holy shit I got him!”, and we called in the confirmed kill.

When I got back to the Police Station you could see the look of everyone had changed from a somber mood to a look of vindication. None of us ever had a conversation about these feelings. In fact, at least with those I associated with, we didn’t really talk about feelings at all, ever. The way I perceived, it was that we got our revenge for what happened to the SGT and LT. I think that helped us move past the incredible horror of being helpless for them. It helped me move past it and not dwell on the event so much. Of course there was nothing we could have done. But you still feel like, and always feel like, there is something you could have done to prevent it.

It’s still hard to piece everything together; the entire year. Where to start; how to finish telling it. It doesn’t help that I had multiple head traumas while I was there and multiple head traumas when I returned home. But I’m determined to tell my story, our story, the story of the 2/197th FA unit that went to Baqubahh, Iraq in 2004 as hastily trained MP’s. The Army owned us and we would all do our part to make sure every last one of us got home. We would do our best, and that’s exactly what we did, our best. I wasn’t trained to be a machine gunner in the turret of a Humvee but by the end of the tour, I guarantee I was one of the best. That’s not cockiness in the sense that I thought I was better than anyone else, but a sense of confidence in my abilities. A turret gunner needs that confidence to do his or her job. Without it, fear can creep in and take over, rendering you useless. No, I wasn’t better than any other gunner in the war, I was simply one of the best. I hope that now makes sense.

Most of Marshall’s squad training at Butler Range in eastern Iraq. They managed to get an armored Humvee stuck in the only mud hole for a 100 miles! Author
Marshall’s book cover.

To paraphrase one of my favorite schools of Philosophy, the Stoics, and more specifically, Epictetus; there are things in our control like our opinions, desires, and inclinations. There are also things which are not in our control like our body, possessions, honor, and reputation. So why worry about the things that are not in our control? Well, that turret and anyone around it that wanted to do us harm was in my control for that year. I made it my mission to be the baddest motherfucker I could possibly be. It was out of my character. But like an actor that gets stuck in role after making a movie, I became a machine gunner. I became the turret. It was my home. That 2 inch wide strap for a seat was my bed, my home, my church, my religion, and baptism by fire is not an understatement. Some jobs you ask for in the Army, but for the most part you just do what you are told as an enlisted man. And I was told to get in the turret. I did my job and I did it well.

Marshall’s book is now available. You may purchase it at Barnes and Noble in paperback. Hard cover is not available for retail at this time.

Veteran’s Day 2018

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I was honored to be the guest speaker for the Woodsville, NH Veteran’s Day Ceremony this year.  I spent a part of my military life learning the basic art of artillery there and was humbled when asked to address the crowds knowing those who I looked up to years ago would be listening to what I had to offer.  This is what I said.

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Thank you. Commander, fellow veterans and guests:

I was asked to speak today about what it means to be a Veteran, and I will. However, given that at 11:00 am Paris time 100 years ago today, the final shot of the Great War, the War to End All Wars, was fired, I must recognize that event. WWI began in August 1914 as a result of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary in Serbia. Before long, the nations in central Europe were at war, dragging their allies with them. In the four years of fighting around the world, 8.5 million Soldiers lost their lives and more than 21 million were injured. These numbers exclude civilian casualties. Even though the United States was involved in the war about a year, we lost 116 thousand Soldiers, 53 thousand to combat and 63 thousand to non-battle deaths such as disease and accidents.. Four point seven million troops served in the US armed forces during WWI, nearly 5% of the population. Today only 0.5% serve in our armed forces.

During this war, the world saw the first widespread use of submarine warfare with attacks on civilian passenger ships. The first widespread gas attacks caused panic on unprotected, unsuspecting troops. Before long both side were gassing the other. Commanders ordered waves of human, online attacks previously used to mass offensive firepower. The problem with the tactic in this war was a crew of three to five men armed with a new machine gun had the firepower of a division and mowed down line after line of troops. Artillery grew larger and projected shells farther than cannon crews could see. Forward observers called in corrections over great distances against enemy positions. Planes, invented in the previous decade, took to the sky to observe enemy movements. Before long they were armed and pilots were dueling each other for control of the skies. Pilots learned to drop bombs in trenches, the basics of dog fighting, and ground crews learned how to control the firing of machine guns in order to avoid shooting off propellers. Before long, large armored beasts crossed no mans land crossing trenches and brought another new weapon onto the battlefield.

In the last months of the war, a new killer emerged. Influenza cropped up in the winter of 1917-18. It followed troop movements around the world but was a nuisance rather than a threat. However, as the little germ found new hosts, it, like the other battlefield warriors, adapted and became increasing lethal targeting those of fighting age. In August, outbreaks began in several small pockets knocking out whole units and military posts. As infected Soldiers moved around the world, the new, more lethal virus moved with them causing even more death. Before this battle ended it was estimated 1/3rd of the world’s population became infected and at least 500 million people died from the flu.

However, Trumans-Battry_SM_Dominic-DAndrea.pngon the 11th hour of the 11th day in the 11th month of 1918, the 11th Field Artillery Regiment of the US Army fired the last round of the war. This day has become a day to honor all those who served in our Nation’s armed forces. Today we recognize the sacrifices those individuals make to protect us all and keep us free.

What is it like to be a Veteran, the topic I was asked to discuss? I can only speak with any knowledge about what it is like for me to be a veteran. Every veteran has their own experiences and stories. They are all unique to each individual. Even Soldiers who fought in the same battle on the same day only yards apart have different perceptions about what happened. An example is April 9, 2004. I along with about 100 other Soldiers of which about 50 were from our company, were engaged in what some claimed was the largest attack on a fixed Army position since the Viet Nam War. I do not know if that is true, only what I was told.

Most of the things the other Solders tell me seem to make sense and match what I remember. I talk to others who were only a few feet away, and their stories about the same events sound like they happened in a different place and time. Still there are enough commonalities between those who served that with one or two words I can raise a response from other veterans. Those few words tell a whole story to them. The Army PT belt, drill sergeants, and basic training. Words that tell stories with those I severed with include, the rocket room, 40mm sponge, thee dumpster, and “light ‘em up” all have meaning. In my second deployment, I forbid my platoon to use the phrase “light ‘em up” because the near disastrous consequences from the term.

We were tasked to interdict mortar crew in The Projects that had just fired at our position. When we arrived we found lots of civilians out after curfew, but no obvious insurgents. It was dark and I wanted to see better so I instructed the squad leader to bring the HUMVEEs around and like them up. He refused and I repeated my order. He insisted that he was not going to shoot unarmed, innocent civilians. Silence. As I realized what he said and what I meant my heart stopped. He did shine the HUMVEE lights on the civilians after I clarified my order. It is funny now, but wasn’t then.

There are other things that have meaning in my career. Service members during the Cold War had their problems. Units stationed along the Iron Curtain lived with the fear of the Soviets racing through the Fulda Gap with divisions of tanks to invade western Europe. Decades later, I found myself in an airport in Leipzig Germany. TCheckpoint Charlie-USG.pnghere was a map on the wall showing where we were. I said to the young Soldier beside something like, “Holy cow, we are in East Germany!” The young Solider responded, “You mean eastern Germany Sergeant.” He did not know about East and West Germany nor of the Berlin Wall. His experience in that airport was different from mine even though we stood in almost the exact same spot.

Some veterans spend a career and never see combat. Others see much combat in a few years. Some come home and go on with life like they just went off to college. Others struggle from the unseen scars left by their experiences. 

Some of the veterans standing beside you out there returned home after defending freedom and democracy to be booed, jeered, and spit upon by protesters. They do not know the elation of the welcome home parades received by veterans of WWI, WWII and those from the Gulf War and GWOT era. Their experiences were different than mine.

Because of these commonalities and differences two things seem to hold true. Some veterans learn ways to deal the events from their military service and lead productive lives. Some veterans never figure out how to deal with those experiences. Those who learn to deal with those events seem to find strength by associating with other veterans. Those who do not isolate themselves thinking they are they only ones feeling what they feel and die at their own hand. Suicide is too common an experience for too many veterans. The VA reports on average 22 veterans commit suicide every day. There is help for those struggling. Find VeteransCrisisLineLogo.pngout the numbers for the Veteran’s Crisis Line ((800) 237-TALK (8255)). Put it in your phone. You may never need it, but someone you know might.

I’ve been fortunate to been able to serve my nation at the State of New Hampshire for over 36 years. Like many, I planned on doing 20 and getting out. Every time my end of enlistment neared I found new challenges to conquer and I extended. I’ve met and worked with some really great people I never would have met here in New Hampshire, across the nation, and around the world. I have seen and done things others only dream about doing. What is it like to be a veteran? For me, it has been great!

 

Photo Credits

Poppy field from PXhere.com

Truman’s Battery by Dominic D’Andrea, a US Government work

Checkpoint Charlie from US Government collection

Veterans Crisis Line from https://www.veteranscrisisline.net/