- Joined
- Nov 3, 1998
- Messages
- 4,331
Guys and gals, I have been dreading leaving Camp Phoenix ever since the prospect was introduced to me months ago by our platoon sergeant. Life as a mounted/mechanized mortarman isn't too bad, but life as a light mortarman is, well, tough. As I told a sergeant yesterday, "A light mortarman has the worst job in the Army." That's what I was afraid I was getting into, in a country with harsh climes and bitter winters. As well, I dreaded not being able to talk to Jordy with any frequency.
It seems I need not have worried.
I was told last night by squadmates who'd been out here it wasn't bad, and when I rode into the Special Forces camp today, the SF E7 I talked to, immediately suggested I get out of uniform!
I prudently waited until the mini convoy that brought me- with its major along for the ride, and hoping to drop a couple mortar rounds- had left.
Our accomodations aren't cushy, but they beat the hell out of living in the open in 0'F weather. We have a light (60mm) mortar, but it's in a pit at the top of our mountain. I'm here with just a handful of 11C types and SF.
So...mail to me will take longer, and I have no privacy anymore, but I can now wear what I want, only have to take my weapon with me if I feel like it, and will work a hell of a lot less!
"God bless SF."
John
It seems I need not have worried.


Our accomodations aren't cushy, but they beat the hell out of living in the open in 0'F weather. We have a light (60mm) mortar, but it's in a pit at the top of our mountain. I'm here with just a handful of 11C types and SF.
So...mail to me will take longer, and I have no privacy anymore, but I can now wear what I want, only have to take my weapon with me if I feel like it, and will work a hell of a lot less!
"God bless SF."

John