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Soldier Story Saturday: An Army Bandsman on Deployment

Today’s guest blogger is no stranger to the Soldier Story Saturday series. You may remember Lani from her first guest post, A Tale of Two Soldiers. Since Lani last guest posted she has completed the Rock ‘n’ Roll Phoenix half marathon in just a little over 2.5 hours! Let’s not forget that she just recently had a baby! She is a rock star! Not only running wise but also in her dedication to the army. Read her story to see for yourself!

I am an Army Bandsman, a trombone player to be exact. I have deployed twice, once to Afghanistan for 6 months and once to Iraq for a year. What does an Army Bandsman do during a deployment, you may ask? I will tell you.

Primarily we have a musical mission. It should be a completely musical mission, but many Army bands have not managed to achieve that yet. However, I was with the 10th Mountain Division Band when that occurred in Iraq. But let’s back up to Afghanistan first.

The band played some music while I was in Afghanistan. We played for various ceremonies and we played some concerts for Veterans Day and Christmas. Some of the small groups (primarily the Brass Quintet and Rock Band) went to the small outlying FOBs (Forward Operating Base) to play for the troops out there. We didn’t just play for Soldiers and we didn’t just play for Americans. We played for all branches of service and also service members from many other countries as well. And we played a lot (too many) Ramp Ceremonies. Those were the hardest gigs to play as we were playing for our fallen comrades as they began their final journey home. We would play as the humvees were driving up with the casket(s) on them and then played as the casket was carried onto the plane. It was a very emotional ceremony, but also an honor to play them.

But we had another mission as well. We had a tower on the camp perimeter that we had to man 24/7 and we had to supply Soldiers to help man the Entry Control Point (ECP). Both of those duties were 12 hour shifts. We were lucky in that our command team gave us 36 hours off between shifts; many units were doing 12 on/12 off. I was mostly with the group in the band that was doing the office work – I was in charge of arranging flights for groups going to the FOBs and getting busses and trucks for gigs on our camp. But I did get to spend a few 12 hour shifts in the tower and one 12 hour shift on the ECP. Those definitely were experiences. One thing I learned while in the tower is that kids are kids no matter where in the world you are. One morning near the end of my shift, there was a group of kids playing near the wire (outside the camp) and they were playing tag and splashing in the mud puddles and having a good old time just like American kids do!

And now on to Iraq. We had a 100% musical mission in Iraq and played for tens of thousands of troops (again from all branches of service and from many countries) in the 400 gigs we did during our year there. We got to travel all over the country to many, many FOBs and played at ceremonies not just for Americans (the biggest one I played at was the Change of Command between General Petraeus and General Odierno, the outgoing and incoming commander of US Forces Iraq), but for other countries as well. Various small ensembles played in the chow halls weekly and for special occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the rock band or Dixieland band would play at the many 5K/10K/other races on our camp and the adjoining one.  We also played for Iraqis, in ceremonies and for the general public. The ceremonies were Detainee Release Ceremonies (for those that had been detained but had been deemed ok to be released) and graduation ceremonies for Iraqi forces. The graduation ceremonies were quite moving – the Iraqis really put their heart into singing their National Anthem, which we played at all ceremonies. We also played for the general Iraqi public several times. Once was for a school near our camp. The kids really liked the music and some of the kids got to try out the instruments. We also played for a Water Treatment Facility grand opening, and for an awards ceremony in a town that had been deemed hopeless. But an American unit had gone in and won over the people of that town and turned things around. This awards ceremony was a historic event for the Iraqi people, especially the women. Women generally had to be home before dark, but they were allowed to stay for this ceremony. Such amazing progress!

Both deployments were certainly eye opening experiences, and despite me missing my husband and son, I wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything. And knowing that my family is proud of me makes it worth it!

Lani & her son.

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Soldier Story Saturday: Hardest Part of Being Deployed

The guest blogger for today’s Soldier Story Saturday is Michele Gonzalez. I connected with Michele on Twitter and have been a fan of her ever since! Michele is a wife, mother, ultrarunner, and FitFluential Ambassador. A former Captain in the US Army, she received two Bronze Star Medals for her contribution to the mission.  She is now a stay at home mom who is currently training for a sub 3:10 marathon and her first Ironman (NYC – Aug 2012). Her blog, NYCrunningmama, focuses on her training and races, as well as pregnancy and motherhood. To learn more about Michele, follow her on Twitter, Facebook, or her blog.


What’s the hardest part of being deployed?

This is almost always one of the first questions asked of me when I bring up my military background. As a Captain in the US Army who deployed three times to Iraq, it is a fairly easy answer: the last few weeks prior to departing the US.

I would get to the point where I just wanted to deploy – it always seemed like time stood still the last few weeks I was home and I felt like I was living on borrowed time.  The quicker I left and arrived in Iraq, the quicker the clock would start counting down to my return.  Emotionally, I found myself pulling away from those I was closest with as d-day got closer.  I think I subconsciously believed it would be easier if I didn’t feel as close to my family.  The goodbyes were the worst part – that last conversation with my husband, mom, dad, sisters while I was on “American” soil – knowing that the next time I spoke to them I would be in “harm’s way”.

Once the goodbyes were over, it often took upwards of two to three weeks to get from our base in the US to Iraq. The flight over was not direct and often took upwards of 20 hours – we stopped in Maine and Ireland on our way to Kuwait which was the forward staging area prior to our flight into Iraq – basically the last time to check weapons, equipment, and go over last minute guidelines.  My time in Kuwait varied each time [from a few days to a few weeks], but I’d eventually make the bumpy, hot flight up to Iraq. [I was stationed at three different bases for each of my deployments - Tikrit, Taji, and Baghdad.]

When I eventually made it to my final destination, I tried to have the “out of sight, out of mind” mentality and put my family and friends out of my head as much as I could.  If I dwelled too much on what my family was doing back home, all the special events and holidays I was missing, and where I was, I got extremely depressed.  I forced my mind to believe that life back home had stopped and would continue when I returned.

Most soldiers who are deployed find a hobby to pass the time and clear their mind when they were not working.  Playing video games, watching countless seasons of TV shows, training for marathons/half-marathons, losing weight, and reading were some of the more popular hobbies.  Although my job [Division Targeting Officer] didn’t lend itself to having a lot of free time [working 7am-10pm was a good day], I did have the flexibility of leaving during the day for upwards of two hours to go for a run or head to the gym.  Regardless of how hard mile repeats were or how long that day’s run was [my longest run was 22 miles], I viewed this time as a break because although I was pushing my body, I was resting my mind. With very little exception, I ran outside on the base regardless of weather conditions [sand storm, 120+ degree days], amount of work piling up, or lack of sleep because I knew I would return with a clear mind and happy heart.

Running also gave meaning to my days and weeks.  When you are deployed, you have no concept of time – it’s easy to lose track of what day it is because you work 7 days/week and you don’t have the weekend or days off to look forward to.  I knew that Wednesdays were speed, Fridays were tempos, and Sundays were my long runs – each day, even rest days, meant something to me and my training.

When you are only a month or two into a 15 month deployment, it’s hard to not get down with how much time is left.  So instead of using days or weeks, many soldiers used other means to count down how much longer we would be deployed – some were using how many Friday night DFAC [Dining Facility] dinners of surf and turf we had left [every Friday night one of the options in the DFAC was surf and turf], some of the males were counting the number of haircuts they had left, others used how many laundry pick-ups they had.  I always created a few shorter countdowns [much like how I run a marathon!] –  so I was never counting down more than a few months.  And little things like finishing a bottle of shampoo/conditioner, face wash, or shaving cream made me extremely happy because it was a sign of how much time had passed!

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Soldier Story Saturday: A Tale of Two Soldiers

Today’s Soldier Story Saturday is written by my friend Lani who also happens to be a Michigan girl at heart! On top of being a Wife, a Mother and a Soldier Lani is also a runner who is currently training for the Rock ‘n’ Roll half marathon in Phoenix on January the 15th as a member of Team in Training. I should also mention that Lani’s youngest son is just shy of 3 months old!!! Big props to Lani for training for such a big race so soon after having a baby! If you would like to donate to Lani’s fundraiser for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, please click here. Now here is Lani’s story!

Him:  It was March of 1989 and he was ready to get away from New Mexico and his home. He joined the Army and became a Paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne Division.  Barely 18, he was sent on a plane to jump into Panama to go after Noriega. That was just the start of much combat experience for this Soldier. He spent time in Haiti. He’s been places many people don’t even know existed. He was deployed to Iraq during Desert Storm and saw stuff that still haunts his dreams to this day.

Her:  A college senior was doing her student teaching in a band room in central Michigan. She wanted to be a band director, but felt there was something missing with her life.  One day, an Army Recruiter and a Band Liaison came to talk to the high school band about the life of an Army bandsman. She auditioned for and was accepted into the Army band program and signed her enlistment contract soon thereafter.  Graduation was just a couple of months away, and graduate she did – and then she headed to Basic Training. That was the summer of 1999.

Lani leading the band as the Drum Major.

Him:  14 June 2000 (that’s how we do the dates in the Army) was not a good day.  Or was it? He was on a routine training jump when things went wrong. His parachute collapsed and he fell from the sky 200 feet up. He landed on his head and was in a coma for a week. He woke up from the coma and was sent back to his unit for light duty. During this time, he was assigned to work at the post museum, in charge of the Soldiers mowing the grass and doing other work.  But he also started researching the Vietnam War and acquiring equipment and uniforms from that time.  One of his first (or maybe THE first) events as a living historian was at an air show in Columbia, SC.

Her:  Ft. Jackson, SC, was her first duty station, and as a member of the band, she played concerts, ceremonies, and parades all over the state. But that day she was playing at an air show in Columbia, where Ft. Jackson is located. Since her apartment was less than a mile from the air show site, she decided to drive to this performance. After the band was done performing, she decided to walk around and look at the displays, being a history buff. And then she wandered into “Vietnam” and there he was.  He had an extra ticket to that evening’s USO (United Services Organization) dance and he invited her to attend.  He also gave her $20 in case the ticket didn’t work.  Well, she had to go to the dance, if nothing else than to give him his $20 back.

Them: They had a great time at the dance although they didn’t dance much.  They enjoyed the big band music of the 40s and talked a lot, getting to know each other.  He asked her out and she said yes.  That was 10 years ago, and now former Staff Sergeant Ryan and current Staff Sergeant Lani have been married for almost 9 years.  They have endured three major separations – their engagement and first few months of marriage while Lani was in Korea (they got married during her mid-tour leave) and then two deployments – 6 months to Afghanistan and a year to Iraq.  Lani and Ryan have two sons, Robert (age 7) and Thomas (age 2 1/2 months).  Lani is currently stationed at Ft. Huachuca, AZ, and is still with the band after 12 years of service to her country with the U.S. Army.  Ryan is a disabled veteran who enjoys golfing, doing ceramics, and riding his Harley Davidson motorcycle.

Their Wedding Day!

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Happy Brothers! <3

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Soldier Story Saturday: A Determined Wounded Warrior

Today’s guest blogger is Lance. I met Lance through Twitter and soon realized how nice of a person he is!  He is a great encourager of his fellow runners and he has an amazing weight loss story that you can read about on his blog, by clicking here. Lance was a Navy Corpsman for 4 years and has been a nurse for 14 years. He is the first guest blogger to bring us a story about a Wounded Warrior. Trust me, you do not want to miss this story about David. Here is Lance’s story about David, our American Hero.

How could a person live a normal life after being severely burned over most of his body?

How could a person perform daily tasks with only thumbs?

These are just a few of the questions I asked myself before I met David. David is a 25 year old soldier in the Army. A year ago he awoke from a three month coma in Bethesda Naval Hospital. Prior to that he was in Iraq and tragically was near an explosion that nearly killed him.

I met David in the warriors barracks at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas. He was moved to the burn unit at Brook Army medical center for treatment. The burn unit is one of the most advanced burn treatment centers in the world. After nine months as an inpatient, including  13 major surgeries and 19 minor ones,he was discharged. I was seeing David as a home health nurse. He had one open wound on his arm and was unable to perform daily wound care on himself.
I was very nervous to meet him for the 1st time. I was sad at the situation he was in, I was angry that something like this could happen to a young man. When I first saw him it was a bit frightening. His entire body (besides his shins down to his feet) was burned. 3rd degree burn scar tissue covered his entire body. He lost eight fingers and was left with just his thumbs.

However, his personality and  enthusiastic attitude made my first visit enjoyable, almost serene. He was happy to be alive, happy to be healing.

I spent 4 months with him. Seeing him Monday through Friday. Over that time period I was able to answer the questions I had asked myself before I ever met him. I saw first hand how he was able to lead a normal life. His daily regiment was very strict. At 9 a.m. he was seen by me. 10 a.m. he went to the Center for the Intrepid. This facility across from his barracks was built using private funds and private contractors and was built for one purpose. To rehabilitate the wounded men and women of the armed forces. His 10 a.m. appointment is for physical therapy. Here he works on his lower body strength. Physical therapy made it possible for him to walk and drive again. At 1 p.m. he goes back for occupational therapy. This was the most important part of his rehab at this point in time. Here he is learning how to do everyday random tasks without any fingers. Getting dressed, eating meals, cleaning himself. Pretty much any mundane action for most people is very taxing  for him. He has to completely relearn how to perform everyday tasks.
He once showed me all the gadgets he has to make living easier. A pair of scissors that had flat plates on the end in place of finger loops. He could cut things by using his palms. Opening a bag of cereal or chips would be near impossible without fingers. Now he can open them with relative ease. He has a stick with a curved wire to button his shirts. He can open soda bottles with a plastic vise that makes turning the cap possible. Not to mention his iphone and ipad that are both touch screen. He bragged that he could type an e-mail to his mom in under five minutes using only his thumbs. It takes me longer to type a letter with 10 fingers!

David, and every other person wounded in battle have the best medical treatment available. They also have the best support system. The government has not turned their back,or forgotten about their wounded warriors. He will receive a medical discharge and live the rest of his life with full benefits. He will have a regular pay check, all medical covered (including all future surgeries) and being injured in battle he will have assistance with buying a home. The wound on his arm heeled and he was discharged from our service.

We talk to each other a few times a month. A few months back he told me he bought a house and some land. He was ready to start his new life. Through his  determination, diligence, and a great outlook he was living a normal life. I have been a nurse for 14 years, and was a Navy corpsman for four years. The best part of my job is helping those who need it. The 2nd best part is learning from my patients. When I think of David and the adversity he faces daily, how can I ever complain about anything. I forgot my lunch, I didn’t get to the gym, I forgot to Tevo something on T.V all seem silly in the big picture.

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Soldier Story Saturday: Renée’s Hero

 

Today’s Soldier Story Saturday is written by 8-year-old Renée about her dad who is a Sergeant in the army. Renée is in the 3rd grade and is an aspiring fashion designer. She has a younger sister, an awesome mom and a plethora of family and friends that support her. Here is Renée’s story.

My Hero

My name is Renée, I am 8 years old and my dad is in the Army.

When I first found out that my dad will be leaving I was very sad, all I could think about was who would keep me safe if dad is away and how much I was going to miss him.

We did not see dad for 3 months as he attended Basic Training and I was looking forward to going to Fort Jackson, South Carolina for his graduation. I was very excited on the way there and all that was going through my mind was how I was going to run to him and give him the biggest hug ever. The graduation ceremony was phenomenal and I met lots of soldiers and officers that came and shook my dad’s hand because he was the best soldier in his class. Seeing all these soldiers together made me realize that it takes a lot of hard work to keep our country safe.

My dad was deployed to Iraq last year and that was the longest time that we did not get to see him. We were very worried about him and we prayed to God to protect him and bring him back home safe. We even prepared care packages and drew a lot of pictures to send to him.

My dad is a very good Sergeant and he has a lot of awards from the army. His soldiers respect him and love him.

Now I know that my dad can still keep me safe even if he is away, he is working with other soldiers to keep all of us safe and I am very thankful for all the sacrifices they make.

Even though my dad is back from deployment, I still pray every night to God to keep my daddy and all the other soldiers safe so that we can enjoy our FREEDOM.

I want to be just like my dad when I grow up that is why he is my HERO.

Renee's Hero

 
 
 

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