OH before I forget!!
Jan. 21st, 2005 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Katy's unit was on the NBC national news last night!
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OK, it was nobody she knew. It was a feature piece on the 3rd Infantry Division redeploying to Iraq, and they inteviewed a couple guys who hadn't deployed yet. Katy's already over there, but these hadn't left yet.
A couple bits of background:
1) III ID is the Division that took Baghdad in '03. The fellas they were interviewing were actual real live Infantrymen who were veterans of that, several of whom are still dealing with PTSD. Nice. Send 'em back over and see if they crack! But really, combat experience is worth its weight in gold and one of the things Dad still says that tell him Vietnam wasn't a waste is that it meant that no matter how many guys the Soviets had, we had more combat veterans, and that scared the piss out of them. Truth.
2) A Division is a large self-contained unit with an average of about 27,000 members. It is usually made up primarily of one type of soldier-- Infantry, Armor, etc-- and has all of its support staff built in. Katy, my sister, does Maintenance and Logistics: in other words, it's her job to make sure that the right number of trucks, in working order, are where they need to be. Adam, her husband, is a military policeman: in other words, he makes sure that those 27,000 people ain't misbehaving. (There's more to it than that. But anyhow.)
I don't really know more than that. I have a vague grasp of the complex organizational structure of a Division-- but not a firm enough one to commit to the Internet. Look it up.
Anyhow, these people are in the same organization as her but it's not like these were her buddies. No. Oddly enough, they were all white men. Shrug.
I had other things to say and have forgotten them.
But. In a few moments, when my camera has stopped transferring, I will have....
pictures of the cutest dog EVAR!!!
OK, just one for now. It's little so I won't cut.
I'm going to email this one to Katy, which is why it's so small.
My niece is the CUTEST. She's a Georgia peach so this is her first snow. She really, profoundly doesn't care, except that the 'feathers' of her feet and legs get all full of ice, which confuses her. I brought her in from running around in the snow and she kept sticking her whole hind foot into her mouth, then rubbing it along her head. It was adorable and bizzarre. We did check her over and she wasn't at all injured by the cold, but they're keeping a close watch on her outdoor time with all this cold. It was, after all, 80 in Savannah last week. (It's below freezing now, boy oh boy, and they are whining.)
Scout is now settled in at my parents' house and Dad is teaching her (dun dun duhhhh [scary soundtrack]) Manners. "You and I," he sighed, regarding the slightly-vibrating dog as she stood on her hind feet attempting to chew his hands off, "have work to do." No granddog of his is going to put muddy paws on visitors. OH no.
Back to Buffalo:
We are expecting 6-12" of snow, some of it "low-density" snow, which is "fluffier and will pile up higher".
2 thoughts:
1) YAY SNOW!
2) Delayed planes = more customers at bar. Sick but true. As long as they don't cancel flights and send people home. Strand 'em in the airport so we can console 'em with booze: that's the heartbreaking truth of how airport bartenders earn money on shitty nights.
...
OK, it was nobody she knew. It was a feature piece on the 3rd Infantry Division redeploying to Iraq, and they inteviewed a couple guys who hadn't deployed yet. Katy's already over there, but these hadn't left yet.
A couple bits of background:
1) III ID is the Division that took Baghdad in '03. The fellas they were interviewing were actual real live Infantrymen who were veterans of that, several of whom are still dealing with PTSD. Nice. Send 'em back over and see if they crack! But really, combat experience is worth its weight in gold and one of the things Dad still says that tell him Vietnam wasn't a waste is that it meant that no matter how many guys the Soviets had, we had more combat veterans, and that scared the piss out of them. Truth.
2) A Division is a large self-contained unit with an average of about 27,000 members. It is usually made up primarily of one type of soldier-- Infantry, Armor, etc-- and has all of its support staff built in. Katy, my sister, does Maintenance and Logistics: in other words, it's her job to make sure that the right number of trucks, in working order, are where they need to be. Adam, her husband, is a military policeman: in other words, he makes sure that those 27,000 people ain't misbehaving. (There's more to it than that. But anyhow.)
I don't really know more than that. I have a vague grasp of the complex organizational structure of a Division-- but not a firm enough one to commit to the Internet. Look it up.
Anyhow, these people are in the same organization as her but it's not like these were her buddies. No. Oddly enough, they were all white men. Shrug.
I had other things to say and have forgotten them.
But. In a few moments, when my camera has stopped transferring, I will have....
pictures of the cutest dog EVAR!!!
OK, just one for now. It's little so I won't cut.
I'm going to email this one to Katy, which is why it's so small.
My niece is the CUTEST. She's a Georgia peach so this is her first snow. She really, profoundly doesn't care, except that the 'feathers' of her feet and legs get all full of ice, which confuses her. I brought her in from running around in the snow and she kept sticking her whole hind foot into her mouth, then rubbing it along her head. It was adorable and bizzarre. We did check her over and she wasn't at all injured by the cold, but they're keeping a close watch on her outdoor time with all this cold. It was, after all, 80 in Savannah last week. (It's below freezing now, boy oh boy, and they are whining.)
Scout is now settled in at my parents' house and Dad is teaching her (dun dun duhhhh [scary soundtrack]) Manners. "You and I," he sighed, regarding the slightly-vibrating dog as she stood on her hind feet attempting to chew his hands off, "have work to do." No granddog of his is going to put muddy paws on visitors. OH no.
Back to Buffalo:
We are expecting 6-12" of snow, some of it "low-density" snow, which is "fluffier and will pile up higher".
2 thoughts:
1) YAY SNOW!
2) Delayed planes = more customers at bar. Sick but true. As long as they don't cancel flights and send people home. Strand 'em in the airport so we can console 'em with booze: that's the heartbreaking truth of how airport bartenders earn money on shitty nights.
