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Platoons in Connaught consisted of twenty men; ten snipers and ten spotters. A spotter’s job was to use binoculars and be an extra set of eyes for the sniper. In case the primary sniper was killed, the spotter could take over the position or alert officers of the casualty. I was paired with my spotter. His name was Rifleman Raymond Léon Pelissier and we shared a tent with another sniper and spotter pair. I learned that Rifleman Pelissier was from Laval, Quebec, he was born on March 2nd, 1920, and his wife was six months pregnant when he was conscripted. Once again I met new officers, new platoon leaders, new fellow soldiers, and a new home. After we were settled in we were given a tour of the base and its shooting ranges. Once again my life …show more content…
I woke up on Saturday, June 13, 1942 feeling amazing. All this time living on base and meeting all these new people had made me into a sniper, a soldier, and a friend. I had become accustomed to the military routine. Though I was soldier and not just some kid in a bookstore, I couldn’t help thinking about Martin. He was probably on CFB Kingston learning how to drive and maintain and tank or constructing improvised fortifications. I hope he was thinking of me. In November I had finished my sniper training. There was talk of being sent to Africa to help in the desert campaign during our graduation ceremony. I was never more nervous in my life. It was all becoming real; everything I worked for. On the 24th of November we were sent home for a week to say goodbye to family and friends before we were shipped across the ocean to die. When I returned home the town had a slightly darker tone to it. The bookstore was just as I remembered it. Caroline had taken great care of the place. I entered the store with the newspaper like I always did I was so excited to Martin and Caroline and I was proud of what we’d done. Martin told Caroline to take the rest of the day off. When she left we kissed again. We were both more mature with our feelings and accepting of our
It was mid-afternoon on October 3, 1993. There were approximately 160 men eagerly awaiting the signal to proceed. Matt Eversmann sat waiting in Super Six Seven, a Black Hawk helicopter. He noticed that things were being done differently from the other setups, which had been false. This time they were packing more ammo and the commander had come out to see them off.
“For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty for service as a machine gunner with Company I on Operation ALLEN BROOK. Company I was approaching a dry river bed with a heavily wooded tree line that borders the hamlet of Lee Nam, when they suddenly came under intense mortar, rocket propelled grenades, automatic weapon and small arms fire from a large, well concealed enemy force which halted the company’s advance and wounded several marines. Realizing that key points of resistance had to be eliminated to allow the units to advance and casualties to be evacuated. Pfc. Burke, without hesitation, seized his machine gun and launched a series of 1-man assaults against the fortified emplacements. As he aggressively maneuvered to the edge of the steep river bank, he delivered accurate suppressive fire upon several enemy bunkers, which enabled his comrades to advance and move the wounded marines to positions of relative safety. As he continued his combative actions, he located an opposing automatic weapons emplacement and poured intense fire into the position, killing 3 North Vietnamese soldiers as they attempted to flee. Pfc. Burke then fearlessly moved from one position to another, quelling the hostile fire until his weapon malfunctioned. Obtaining a casualty’s rifle and hand grenades, he advanced further into the midst of the enemy fire in an assault against another pocket of resistance killing 2 more of the enemy. Observing that a fellow marine had cleared his malfunctioning machine gun he grasped his weapon and moved into a dangerously exposed area and saturated the hostile tree line until he fell mortally wounded.
By March 26, 1945, Patton’s 3rd Army arrived to the hills overlooking the towns of Aschaffenburg and Schweinheim. While there, Gen Patton received orders from Gen Bradley to start moving further north, and coincidentally, he received military intelligence that his son in law LTC John Waters was being held captive as a POW at the OFLAG XIII-B located in Hammelburg. It was at this time that he ordered the raid to liberate the POWs from the Hammelburg camp. Selected to organize the attack was LTC Creighton Abrams, commander of the Combatant Command B (CCB), 37th Armorer Regiment. He assigned LTC Harold Cohen to lead the attack, but due to a severe case of hemorrhoids, he had to be removed from the mission. After being removed, he recommended CPT ...
COL Freeman took pride in communicating with his battalion commanders . This was extremely beneficial when it came to the day of 14 February 1951. On this day, COL Freeman called all his commanders in and briefed them on the mission ahead and gave them the warning that he believed the enemy would attack them at the weakest moment, at night. Included in his brief was information about the Chinese would attack their perimeter in overwhelming numbers as soon as night fell. The intelligence was beneficial for commanders so they could plan accordingly for the events of the evening . The Soldiers were even aware of the activities planned . One Soldier wrote “I have been told to keep my carbine on semi-automatic” which shows he knew the order and was awaiting to see the enemy to begin the engagement. The Soldiers knew the mission was to stand their ground and not waiver. When morning would come the air strikes would begin pushing back the Chinese and giving them time to
In 1989 I was a private in basic training at Fort Benning Georgia United States Army Infantry School. In a classroom setting, for a reason that I cannot recall, one of my drill sergeants said “you’re no Audie Murphy.” I made the rookie mistake of asking “Who is Audie Murphy?” The room went silent. I did not know why, but I knew something was wrong because all three of my drill instructors including the senior drill instructor stared at me like I dropped my rifle. The senior drill instructor said, “You’re in the Army and you don’t know who Audie Murphy is?” In a stern voice he told me to find out then report back to tell him about Audie Murphy. I asked other people in the class, and I learned quickly that Audie Murphy is one of the most well-known Army war heroes in our nation’s history.
Martin was a civilian relief volunteer during the war. He gave me an account of
A tribute released by his Battalion Commander on the occasion of his death was the first document to associate his sniping ability with his “Indian blood.” Since then Canadian historians such as L. James Dempsey have perpetuated this association by crediting his talents to a childhood spent in the woodlands of central Alberta. However, despite Norwest’s reputation as one of the best snipers in the British army very little attention has been devoted to his life on the Western Front. In fact, scholar Leslie Parker Mepham argues that military historians often neglect to examine the role of snipers in the First World War. This gap seems significant in light of the fact that the actions of snipers were frequently mentioned in the 50th Battalion’s official war diary and that detailed accounts of Norwest’s prowess stand in stark contrast to the diary’s dry summation of daily military activities. First World War veteran Victor Wheeler’s frequent references to Norwest as a distant but deeply respected figure in his personal history of the 50th Battalion prove that Norwest’s actions were of interest to the average soldier as well as high command. A close examination of Norwest’s experiences on the frontlines of the First World War is necessary to understand the important role played by snipers, and why they were
I was deployed to Camp Bondsteel, Kosovo when Operation Iraqi Freedom kicked off. I remember wondering how this war would affect my life or the direction of my career and unit. In March of 2003 I found out. Because of the war, our replacements, already having been trained for real world action, were sent to Iraq, extending my already long six month tour to ten. The start and end of that war, as a whole, had its effects on not just me and my unit, as I was deployed there twice, but on the whole world. The outcome of a war can be explained one way or the other. The effects of which can echo throughout the ages. But the battles that bring you to the wars conclusion are the building blocks to the character of that war. One such battle that helped define the character of Operation Iraqi Freedom was the first battle for Fallujah also known as Operation Vigilant Resolve.
I spended 3 month and a half learning English; I took the ASVAB for 4th time this time i passed with a great score, finally i can pick my job and I got 11Bravo that is Infantryman, ship out to basic training at the end of September to Fort Benning, Georgia "Home of the Infantry", One Station Unit Training was one of the funnest thigs that I ever done it was 16 weeks
Mr. Felder enrolled in Tuskegee Institute in 1941 and continued his education until 1943 when he enlisted in the U.S. army and became a member of the famed 92nd Infantry Division, a part of the old historic “Buffalo Soldiers Regiment.” From 1943 to 1946, his infantry unit encountered much combat on the front lines in Italy during World War II. He was wounded in combat and returned from the war with a Purple Heart, a Bronze Star, and a shrapnel-fragments of a bomb, shell, or other object thrown out by an explosion-still lodged in his body.
Your days consist of walking, running, and shooting, but in these three years I have been thankful enough not experience a whole lot of shooting. I’ve tried to stay out of trouble and keep safe for Sammie and Faith’s sake. That is, until my last day over here. I was supposed to be out of Afghanistan in twenty-four hours, all I had to do is lead one final convoy through a village. Coincidentally it was the same village I had watched Tom Butler die in four years prior. A group of five soldiers and I were guarding the last humvee when we fell far behind the group. Segregated that’s when the insurgents say their opportunity. They threw two grenades at the vehicle and blowing it up. The heat felt from the flames of the wreckage were unbearable. I managed to get the five guys and myself into a small food store before the thirty plus insurgents came out of the surrounding buildings. I put a call in to base giving them the coordinates of where we were. The officer on the phone told me he couldn’t get someone out there for at least five minutes. Five minutes went by when I finally heard the sound of the chopper’s blade in the distance. As soon as they heard the helicopter, the insurgents started to close in on us. No one in my platoon would make it out alive if someone didn’t do something. I saw only one way out for the majority of us, and it didn’t end well for me. I grabbed my pen and paper from my pack and
It was the first time where I felt I wanted to stay forever. I meet the most wonderful person. I made many new friends. We as a troop grew to be better friends. It was and always be one of my greatest memories.
Names scroll in little yellow letters across the bottom of our glowing screens: Sergeants, and Captains, and Privates. These men have died for us. More will follow. We asked them to go, and they went.
...in the Army and I knew that my life would never be the same; I just was not sure how much. That day set me on a course that opened my eyes to the kind of person I could be: a friend, a brother, a soldier, and a man capable of making this world a better place. That day I chose to be part of something bigger than myself. I would never regret that decision even now, with all of the mental and physical degradation I’ve endured.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after