Watching ENLISTED, recalled back days in Army.

Motor pool, barracks, latrine, headquarters, Humvee, missions, Ball and formations: some words that I caught watching the series, and I recalled the days that I was in Motor pool, barracks, latrine, headquarter, humvee, Military Ball and in formations. Recalling about these days, I can’t help admitting myself that those days were golden. I do not want to be a person that recalls golden past and mummering about these, for I know better that there should be a better future after all. I know that I have been through not only good days in the army but also bad days, so it is hard for me just to generalise as one term description. Still, I would put those days in a good photo frame.

Watching Enlisted, I tried to find some photos and videos that I had of my army days. I am not supposed to upload photos of base for the security reason, but those photos tagged here are blurred enough so I believe those would be fine. I was augmented to US Army, and US Army for me was a big corporation where you get to train every day. Not so much of worries for the future I got to lead, so I could just concentrate in present days and just relax and enjoy. Surely there were many unreasonable gestures, which we used to call bullshits, but those also formed some kind of bond between soldiers. It was like living in a small town where everything is operated as a representation of a big city. It was like living with friends and brothers. I actually never got to be bored inside.

It can be just unfair for me to judge my days in US Army as some fun days of my life. I wasn’t one of those soldiers who got deployed to severe abroad environment. I had my own traumatized experience of life threatening but I just cannot compare it with those of deployed soldiers. So in general I could say I cannot glorify my past, nor I do not want to do such. I recalled many missions that I completed. I volunteered to many, which made my squad get more jobs than usual, but thanks to that we were called often by Staff Sergeants and by Lieutenants and Captain. I got promoted quite quickly, making myself a sergeant and a squad leader. Was a good one? Once I directed my squad to do swimming PT in winter. I got bored of just running everyday so I wanted to make a change which made my squad freeze of winter cold water. I still hear the voice of one of my fellow soldiers in that swimming pool tumbling from the coldness: I hate you serge. It was fun.

I learnd many important values of life: integrity and leadership as one of them. It might sound a bit stupid, but when I outranked others in the field at training season, I stayed behind with other sergeants during lunch and dinner time so that privates could eat first. If there were no enough food, it should be outranking personal who endured the lack. It was a care for his or her team squad. Later of the army I worked some international companies. One of them was an energy/construction company so I could have opportunities to stay in construction field. At there the managers ate first than their construction workers. I could not understand that segmentation so I stayed back until I made myself sure that all other construction workers had eaten first then I ate. Other managers didn’t understand me. Nor did I to them. It was just a legacy that US Army taught me.

As a noncommissioned officer I was, I owed my words to be uppermost in my mind: accomplishment of my mission and the welfare of my soldiers. I tried to be loyal, be professional, and to be moral. It was not a job title but a lifestyle. I hope I still live upto these life values. In this sense, I am grateful of having done my service. I really do. After finishing the series Enlisted, I read again all US Army Values and Noncommissioned Officer Creed. 8 years have passed, and I am here now.

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