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Women in the Army

Women in the Army.



To let everyone know–I’m not giving up blogging.

I’ll be posting on my other blog (which has grown lonely and cold):


I appreciate everyone that has been a fan over the last two years. I learned a lot and learned to think in new ways. That’s what my writing is all about for me: Learning. Right now, I’m very focused on my military career. Soldier-Citizen promises to further enable me to understand the world around us and the emergent threats that America will face in the future.

I would be honored if the people who have followed this blog took a trip over to my new one. Soldier-Citizen began a few months ago, but with my work-load at 66 MI BDE HHC, I was unable to maintain up-to -date entries in both The Political Realist and Soldier-Citizen.

I’m staying away from domestic policy unless it has a relationship to national defense. Soldier-Citizen will focus on all matters military, including new and emergent technology, open source strategic analysis, and issues within the military community. Virtually anything to do with the military community will be a “Go” at Soldier-Citizen. The Ad Homonyms will be gone, too, unless they’re very warranted.

The blog will take a while to build to the quality that I’d like to have it at.


Obama’s biggest challenge: Afghanistan

My new Commander In Chief, whom I must with all honor stand fully behind, now has in his hands the key to Peace In Our Times.

The Long War will end in the arid mountain regions of Kashmir. The war in Afghanistan was known from the beginning to be a tougher challenge than Iraq. Counterinsurgency operations require that we win the minds of the innocent civilians, while at the same time marginalizing and cutting off the insurgency.


Relevent article from back in July.

I wrote this back in July, but I think it fits the situation we’re seeing in Gaza.


Rudyard Kipling Rules.

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!

~Rudyard Kipling~



“Tommy Atkins,” or just “Tommy,” is the name popularly given to the typical British soldier.
red-coat — an old fashioned term for a soldier (they used to wear red coats)
public-house — a pub, drinking house
publican — the pub owner
stalls — best seats near the stage
blackguards — ruffians (pronounced “blaggards”)
the Widow — here – Queen Victoria


Article by General Wesley Clark

Retired General Wesley Clark is a staunch Democrat. Here he addresses what the Democrats must do to remedy the accepted view that Democrats and the military don’t play nice together.

It’s an excellent article, where Clark makes the point that complaining liberals don’t generally enlist–so things don’t change to their liking within the military. Probably a good thing. 

I don’t agree with Clark’s assessment of the Clinton years being some sort of Shangri-La for military service. To all of my knowledge, the armed forces were gutted to all time lows and morale was terrible.


New Developments here in Germany

So I’ve been with my unit, the 66th Millitary Intelligence Brigade Headquarters for a few weeks now. Do to all of the in-processing I really haven’t gotten to do a lot of work yet, though my unit did put on a three-day firing range, which left us all exhausted. One day last week I worked at a place called “The Dagger” in Darmstadt. It’s the largest intelligence complex in the European theatre and some parts of it look like their taken out of the show “24”.

The next two weeks are Christmas break. I’ll only be working half-days. I’ll be dropping my packet for Officer Candidate School, as I now have enough college credits (90 is required) and I’m also signing up for Krav Maga classes here on base. Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art designed for their military and police. I’m familiar with the system and had some instructional videos at one point but no formal training.


I hope everyone has a great Christmas, and thanks for stopping by as much as you do, to read my scribbles. A couple of days ago, this site reached a new record of single-day hits, so everyone’s support is paying off!

When our New Year comes, let’s pray for peace and prosperity for our great nation. Spend time with and appreciate family and friends; they’re there when no one else is and it’s family that makes America the greatest place in this world.


Iraq is the Middle East’s last hope–and now the Dems own it.

You see, I’ve been accused of being a “Neoconservative”. Neocon, they say. Now I know humans need labels to identify things, so I won’t go on a tirade about not labeling me. No, we need labels–such as Moonbat. I like that one and plan to keep on using it.

People have accused me of being an apologist for Bush. I don’t know if that fits the bill, but what I do know is that George Bush was steam-rolled by the biggest Moonbat machine that I’ve witnessed in my life. The Iraq War simply sent the left into a blind, near-psychotic rage. It was embarrassing to watch really. First Bush facilitated the attacks on the Twin Towers. Then he lied about WMD. Then, Saddam Hussein wasn’t that bad of a guy after all. Then David Patraeus was a liar and Bush crony. Then the surge didn’t really work. Then we were building more terrorists by killing Saddam.

The Dems tried to block money that would buy the troops equipment–while deployed in a war zone and fighting the modern Barbarian Horde–Extreme Islam. They denied having voted for the war–which everyone knows they did–Hillary, Kerry, Gore–all Democratic presidential candidates that gave Bush the power to persecute the war with extreme prejudice.

So again, the Democrat party did what it’s done my whole life–stand against our own military and snuggle up to horrible dictators. They were willing to let our country lose this war, as long as it brought them votes. And it worked. But now it’s their hot potato. Be sure that they don’t want thousands of Americans slain in a 30 minutes window as happened on that clear day, back in 2001. Because for the last 8 years they’ve been trying to tell us that nothing Bush did was really working. It was all coincidence. So now Barack does the wise thing and hires on the best people for our defense. And the Moonbats are hating it. But none of these people have executive power. They merely advise the president, for the most part. And we won this war with them. And we’ll keep fighting it with them–and the Moonbats will keep doing what they do best–denying that war can be the answer.

So it’s yours Democrats. Have fun. I know I won’t blame you if no more Americans die by terrorist attacks on our soil.

Iraq is the last hope for the Arab world. The last hope for Democracy there.  The Middle East has already rejected the West. It cast the British out, but still wanted to mimic what they’d seen the British do. But the Arabs failed. Now, that part of the world only gazes at the West through jealous eyes, masking its resentment with the mythology of Western oppression. So the Democrats fought against the last hope for the Arab world to free itself–prove itself. To cast aside the yolk of totalitarian regime, genocide, hate, starvation and privation.

The Democrats ranted against hope itself, but now the ball’s in their court. Let the games begin.


America’s enemies clamor to Obama

Be suspicious when your ideological enemies suddenly want to meet you for lunch. Go to dinner and sit, like Han Solo talking to Greedo at the cantina– with your blaster under the table and pointed at his guts.

Russia, Iran, Venezuela and some in the new Iraqi regime want to talk with Obama. They smell weakness. The Left’s belief, that if only we would change, they will change will be exploited here. Putin stands as a titan amongst the world’s politicians. Astute, cruel, nationalistic and certainly no coward, he knows how far the West can be pushed, at every angle. We should all hope that Obama does not trust Putin.

Our enemies are probing for new soft spots. They smile for the sycophantic journalists. They dress nicely. The Russians wear silk ties.

This is what I feared most. Not some overt military strike, but a mind war waged on a plane on which Obama does not exist. President elect Obama must be careful. He needs to surround himself with astute people, maintaining strength even in the “soft” areas of government, such as the State Department.

Mr. Obama, surely you have read Sun Zsu’s Art of War.

Our enemies have too, and understand it better than we. Know thy enemy…

This is not paranoia. This is reality. The world, mostly, is not like us, though it wants to be. But the price in blood, sweat and tears is too great for many other nations. They want what we have, and having been denied it because their religions, ideologies and political systems are archaic or rendered meaningless, they settle for jealousy.

Russia insists that we not deploy our new missile defense system. Iran wants to talk at the table–yet again– about its nuclear program. Neither of these countries wants to give an inch. They’re hoping Obama will give them miles though.

Some say that Obama will be strong when facing the myriad of international problems that are springing up. He will face down Iran and Russia. I thought that was cowboy politics. If Obama will do the same things the Bush administration has done, where is the change? My guess is that Obama doesn’t really know what he will do, and neither do most who voted for him.

Audacious as Hope may be, Mr. President, it is no substitute for knowledge, wisdom and strength.


German Armed Forces Proficiency Badge–FAIL

A few months back I posted an article about the German Armed Forces Proficiency Badge, how I was going to crush it and all…. right here

Well, things didn’t work out. Actually, I never got a shot at the prestigious medal as I snapped my right hip-flexor muscle like a dried out rubber band, about a week before the first event began. I’d just taken a physical fitness test the day prior, was feeling pretty warn out, and I was dehydrated. A bad combo. At Ft. Huachuca, you have to drink tons of water. The arid air and high altitude suck moisture out of you like no tomorrow.

Our platoon was out on the track doing relay sprints. I knew I did some severe damage, because I actually felt the hip-flexor shift under the skin. Ouch.

I was on a no-run profile for three weeks afterwards and even then the thing was not fully healed. I was pretty irritated because we would only get one shot at the badge while at Ft. Huachuca. Some places don’t even offer the chance at the badge. Fortunately I’m going to Germany where I’ll have a chance at that badge and a another German badge, the German Armed forces Badge for Marksmanship.

Here are the requirements to earn the GAFPB:

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