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March 21, 2007

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Cracks in Clay

By Greyhawk

Here's our fun fact about Georgia geography for the day:

The Piedmont area is home to the red clay soil of Georgia and its rolling hills and valleys. Southwest Georgia is known for its abundant farmland. The Coastal Plains feature the tidal swamps and lowlands of the coast and the northern reaches of the Okefenokee Swamp. Georgia's beaches are popular with vacationers.

The Piedmont and the Coastal Plains are separated by the Fall Line, an imaginary line marked by waterfalls and rapids, where rivers abruptly descend from the upland terrain to the lowland. This line also divides the diverse species of birds, trees, and plants found in Georgia.

Below is a picture showing that Fall Line. For further educational benefit, I've added a red circle designating the location of Ft Stewart, the sprawling home of the Third Infantry Division - the Rock of the Marne. As you can plainly see, one thing Marne Soldiers don't have to worry much about is scraping dried red clay from their boots.

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Which makes this Chicago Tribune story quite (ahem) interesting...

FT. STEWART, Ga. -- In a remote area of this sprawling military base, soldiers are preparing for a mission to Iraq that has become all too familiar.

Cracked Georgia red clay simulates the dusty deserts in Iraq. A make-believe village called Medina Wasl, occupied by Iraqi-Americans acting as townspeople, stands amid pine trees.

But the veteran soldiers undergoing the training know this makeshift battleground is far from the real thing. They have been to Iraq at least once already, and with each deployment, the danger of war becomes more intense and their family life at home more strained.

Quite the dramatic start. But having spent a bit of time at Ft Stewart (in fact, later in music appreciation class I'll teach you all the Dog Face Soldier song) that highly descriptive bit explaining how the "Cracked Georgia red clay simulates the dusty deserts in Iraq" really reached out and grabbed me.

In fact, it reminded me of another description I read some time back - about how Jessica Lynch's father "choked up as he stood on his porch here overlooking the tobacco fields and cattle pastures..." - said tobacco fields being every bit as solid as the cracked red clay of Ft Stewart.


Posted by Greyhawk / March 21, 2007 9:22 PM | Permalink

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But it just SOUNDS so good. Doesn't matter how many of us know better... and that sounds familiar, too.

Maybe the reporter wouldn't leave the comfort of the hotel in Atlanta to actually go to Fort Stewart. That sounds familiar too.

TOP OF THE ROCK!

Only son stop-lossed with 1st Brigade of 3rd ID and serving his second tour in Iraq. They are working for the Marines in Ramadi and are headed to Fallujah. Son's been working with Navy Seals, for whom he has highest regard, so was not surprised to get a call this week from a Navy recruiter looking for my warrior.

Should the reporter try to find The Rock of The Marne: Fly to Atlanta, take I-75 south to Macon, turn left onto I-16 to the middle of nowhere, turn right and drive 30 more miles (most of which you will be driving on Fort Steward property). Being that war is hell, this is an excellent place to run simulations.

well, if you want to find the 3rd Brigade of the 3ID, drive south on I85 out of Atlanta until I85 ends at the gate (ok, just inside the gate) of Fort Benning -- Home of the Infantry, 75th Ranger Regiment, Airborne School (where the Big Boys fall from the sky!) and the sharpshooters' school and competition shooting team... It's where all the fun things happen (so I'm told).

Having been stationed in both places the the 3ID calls home, Ft Stewart and Ft Benning, it has come as a relief to find out that what my track was getting stuck in out there in Ft Stewart was that good ol hard packed Georgia red clay. Some of those swamps made excellent hull defilades for the ITV's in my scout section. (Just a trivia quiz to keep folks on their toes)
It has to be mentioned that Ft Stewart technically sits below sea level and therefore everytime it rains, no matter how little, it floods.
But why does Ft Benning have a section named Sand Hill?
BTW when I was at Ft Stewart, back in the days before body armor, uparmored HMMVS, and desert cammies, it was home to the the 25ID and commanded by none other then Gen "Stormin" Norman Schwartzkopf.

It's always good to see a post about my beloved homeland on Mudville.

Here's a fun fact about Chicago from the late, great Lewis Grizzard (columnist for the Atlanta Constitution): "They have only two seasons there: winter and the Fourth of July."

Except Lewis had been to Chicago.

Hmm, when I was in (late 80s), I was stationed down the street from the 3ID components (don't remember which ones, HQ and so forth) at Leighton Barracks, Wuerzburg, Germany.

Even though I wore an upside-down 2 on my shoulder rather than the 3ID patch, I still had to learn some of the divisional lore during my orientation in-country.

"Cracked Georgia red clay", indeed. How pathetic.

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I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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  • MaryAnn: "Cracked Georgia red clay", indeed. How pathetic. read more
  • malclave: Hmm, when I was in (late 80s), I was stationed read more
  • Grim: It's always good to see a post about my beloved read more
  • Lakeruins: Having been stationed in both places the the 3ID calls read more
  • Some Soldier's Mom: well, if you want to find the 3rd Brigade of read more
  • twolaneflash: TOP OF THE ROCK! Only son stop-lossed with 1st Brigade read more
  • GaGirl: Maybe the reporter wouldn't leave the comfort of the hotel read more
  • MissBirdlegs in AL: But it just SOUNDS so good. Doesn't matter how many read more

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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004