Everyday Heroes: The American Fighting Man
I found this translation from 2008 of an article written by a French soldier who served in Afghanistan with Americans. His observations and comments about American soldiers in combat are eye-opening and should make every American proud.
Although I have no frame of reference to agree with the author of the article when he claims our soldiers in Afghanistan are the best we have ever had, even better than those who served in World War II or Vietnam, I do know that they are different. The war they have fought is modern warfare in as rough terrain as exists. And their enemy is remorseless and bloodthirsty. Having served in Vietnam with some of the best warriors the world has ever seen, if the warriors in Afghanistan are the best, then they are just short of super-human.
As I have mentioned in earlier blogs, the men and women who serve in the military today are just like the people who served in the past. They come from farms, ranches, villages, towns, and cities. Many are just boys and girls when they volunteer to serve. None of them come pre-conditioned to deal with what they soon confront in places like Afghanistan (Watch the movie, American Sniper. It will prove my point.).
The article below is poignant. In great detail, it claims that American soldiers in combat are truly Everyday Heroes.
I hope you will pass this on to everyone you know. And I hope you will thank a veteran or a currently serving member of the military for their bravery, their commitment to freedom, and their sacrifice. That act will make you an Everyday Hero, too.
15 December 2014
A French Soldier’s View of U.S. Soldiers in Afghanistan
edited by Wes O’Donnell
What follows is an account from a French ISAF soldier who was stationed with American warfighters in Afghanistan. This was copied and translated from an editorial in a French newspaper.
A NOS FRERES D’ARMES AMERICAINS (To Our Brothers in the American Army)
“We have shared our daily life with two U.S. units for quite a while—they are the first and fourth companies of a prestigious infantry battalion whose name I will withhold for the sake of military secrecy. To the common man it is a unit just like any other. But we live with them and got to know them, and we henceforth know that we have the honor to live with one of the most renowned units of the U.S. Army—one that the movies brought to the public as series showing “ordinary soldiers thrust into extraordinary events”. Who are they, those soldiers from abroad, how is their daily life, and what support do they bring to the men of our OMLT every day? Few of them belong to the Easy Company, the one the TV series focuses on. This one nowadays is named Echo Company, and it has become the support company.
They have a terribly strong American accent – from our point of view the language they speak is not even English. How many times did I have to write down what I wanted to say rather than waste precious minutes trying various pronunciations of a seemingly common word? Whatever State they are from, no two accents are alike and they even admit that in some crisis situations they have difficulties understanding each other. Heavily built, fed at the earliest age with Gatorade, proteins and creatine (Heh…. more like Waffle House and McDonalds)—they are all heads and shoulders taller than us and their muscles remind us of Rambo. Our frames are amusingly skinny to them—we are wimps, even the strongest of us—and because of that they often mistake us for Afghans.
And they are impressive warriors! We have not come across bad ones, as strange as it may seem to you when you know how critical French people can be. Even if some of them are a bit on the heavy side, all of them provide us every day with lessons in infantry know-how. Beyond the wearing of a combat kit that never seem to discomfort them (helmet strap, helmet, combat goggles, rifles etc.) the long hours of watch at the outpost never seem to annoy them in the slightest. On the one square meter wooden tower above the perimeter wall they stand the five consecutive hours in full battle rattle and night vision goggles on top, their sight unmoving in the directions of likely danger. No distractions, no pauses, they are like statues nights and days. At night, all movements are performed in the dark – only a handful of subdued red lights indicate the occasional presence of a soldier on the move. Same with the vehicles whose lights are covered—everything happens in pitch dark even filling the fuel tanks .
And combat? If you have seen Rambo you have seen it all—always coming to the rescue when one of our teams gets in trouble, and always in the shortest delay. That is one of their tricks: they switch from T-shirt and sandals to combat ready in three minutes. Arriving in contact with the enemy, the way they fight is simple and disconcerting: they just charge! They disembark and assault in stride, they bomb first and ask questions later—which cuts any pussyfooting short. Honor, motherland—everything here reminds of that: the American flag floating in the wind above the outpost, just like the one on the post parcels. Even if recruits often originate from the heart of American cities and gang territory, no one here has any goal other than to hold high and proud the star spangled banner. Each man knows he can count on the support of a whole people who provides them through the mail all that an American could miss in such a remote front-line location: books, chewing gums, razorblades, Gatorade, toothpaste etc. in such way that every man is aware of how much the American people backs him in his difficult mission. And that is a first shock to our preconceptions: the American soldier is no individualist. The team, the group, the combat team are the focus of all his attention.
(This is the main area where I’d like to comment. Anyone with a passing knowledge of Kipling knows the lines from Chant Pagan: ‘If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white/ remember it’s ruin to run from a fight./ So take open order, lie down, sit tight/ And wait for supports like a soldier./ This, in fact, is the basic philosophy of both British and Continental soldiers. ‘In the absence of orders, take a defensive position.’ Indeed, virtually every army in the world.
The American soldier and Marine, however, are imbued from early in their training with the ethos: In the Absence of Orders: Attack! Where other forces, for good or ill, will wait for precise orders and plans to respond to an attack or any other ‘incident’, the American force will simply go, counting on firepower and SOP to carry the day.
This is one of the great strengths of the American force in combat and it is something that even our closest allies, such as the Brits and Aussies (that latter being closer by the way) find repeatedly surprising. No wonder it surprises the hell out of our enemies.)
We seldom hear any harsh word, and from 5 AM onwards the camp chores are performed in beautiful order and always with excellent spirit. A passing American helicopter stops near a stranded vehicle just to check that everything is alright; an American combat team will rush to support ours, before even knowing how dangerous the mission is—from what we have been given to witness, the American soldier is a beautiful and worthy heir to those who liberated France and Europe.
To those who bestow us with the honor of sharing their combat outposts and who everyday give proof of their military excellence, to those who pay the daily tribute of America’s army’s deployment on Afghan soil, to those we owned this article, ourselves hoping that we will always remain worthy of them and to always continue hearing them say that we are all the same band of brothers”.
Much of this the various veterans reading will go ‘Well, duh. Of course we do our ‘camp chores’ and stand our posts in good order. There’s a reason for them and if we didn’t we’d get our heads handed to us eventually. And, yeah, we’re in shape. Makes battle easier. The more you sweat, the less you bleed.’
What is hard for most people to comprehend is that that attitude represented only the most elite units of the past. Current everyday conventional boring ‘leg infantry’ units exceed the PT levels and training levels of most Special Forces during the Vietnam War. They exceed both of those as well as IQ and educational levels of: Waffen SS, WWII Rangers, WWII Airborne and British ‘Commando’ units during WWII. Their per-unit combat-functionality is essentially immeasurable because it has to be compared to something and there’s nothing comparable in industrial period combat history.
This group is so much better than ‘The Greatest Generation’ at war that WWII vets who really get a close look at how good these kids are stand in absolute awe.
Everyone complains about the quality of ‘the new guys.’ Don’t. The screw-ups of this modern generation are head and shoulders above the ‘high-medium’ of any past group. Including mine. So much of ‘The scum of the earth, enlisted for drink.’
This is ‘The Greatest Generation’ of soldiers.
They may never be equaled.
Joseph Badal is the author of seven thrillers, including The Pythagorean Solution, Evil Deeds, Terror Cell, The Nostradamus Secret, The Lone Wolf Agenda, Shell Game, and Ultimate Betrayal. His next novel, Borderline, will be released in May.
At the time of my writing this blog, all the names of the victims of the terrorist attack on the Paris offices of the satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo had not been released. Rather than name just a few of the victims, I chose to use NOUS SOMMES CHARLIE (We are Charlie) as the subject of my EVERYDAY HEROES blog this month. After the murder by two avowed followers of Al Qaida in Yemen of twelve members of the Charlie Hebdo staff, a popular movement erupted among people all over the world which involved holding up Je Suis Charlie and Nous Sommes Charlie signs. But that movement was one of the shortest lived I have ever experienced. The debate immediately began over whether the Charlie Hebdo staff had instigated their own deaths. I was disgusted about the attack, and the subsequent murders of a French policewoman and four patrons of a kosher grocery near Paris, all by Islamic terrorists who acted out of some sick, monstrous interpretation of Islamic tenets. But I am even more disgusted by the apologists for these insane perpetrators of violence. The editorial policy of Charlie Hebdo may have made many uncomfortable and antagonized an element of the Muslim community who have the most narrow view of alternative viewpoints, but all of that is beside the point. The point of Charlie Hebdo’s editorial policy was that free expression is the foundation of a free society. Those who held signs reading Je Suis Charlie may have promoted the concept of solidarity with the employees at Charlie Hebdo, but the essence of their message should really have been that they supported Charlie Hebdo’s right to publish whatever they damned well choose. Syndicated columnist David Ignatius wrote that “. . . governments and individuals need to be careful about unintentionally feeding the grievance narratives of Muslims around the world. When people are feeling insulted, it’s dangerous to insult them gratuitously again.” Ignatius went on to write, “It’s like kicking over a hornet’s nest. We’re free to do so in an open society, but is it wise?” The second that Ignatius wrote those words, he accepted the premise that, in fact, we don’t live in an open society, except when we denigrate every group but Muslims. A free society doesn’t work like that, and a society that works like that is not only not free, but it also doesn’t work. The moment that a writer or speaker parses his words to accommodate the sensibilities of any group, that is the moment when freedom of expression suffers and the foundation of a free society begins to crumble. Why is it okay to ridicule Christian beliefs and customs, for example, but not to even question the actions of maniacs who place zero value on the lives of those who disagree with their beliefs? Why do so many look for excusable reasons for bad or violent behavior on the part of Muslim fanatics but accept no excuse for even the slightest deviation from the norm on the part of non-Muslims? The victims of the attack at the Charlie Hebdo offices understood their rights as members of a free society. They understood their responsibility to shine light upon deviant thinking and deviant behavior. And the reason they were EVERYDAY HEROES is because they knew how radical the thinking of Muslim extremists was and they were fully aware of the risks they took. But, because they believed in their rights and responsibilities as members of a free society, they editorialized accordingly. I say again, the second that any speaker or writer hesitates to express his unadulterated views is the moment when that speaker or writer becomes a coward, and, if we as a society accept diluted speech and watered down writings, we too become a society of cowards. To some degree, that is already happening. Examples of that watered down speech are all around us. Terrorism at Fort Hood, Texas that kills 13 and wounds another 30 is termed “work-place violence.” There is only a “War on Terror,” not a war against violent Muslim extremists. I didn’t dilute my words in novels such as Terror Cell, The Nostradamus Secret, and The Lone Wolf Agenda. I won’t dilute my words in my next novel, Death Ship. I hope all my fellow writers will tell it like it is. That’s the only way we can sustain a free society. Joseph Badal writes this monthly blog about Everyday Heroes. He is the author of thriller and mystery novels and short stories. josephbadal.wordpress.com josephbadalbooks.com
Chris Kyle wasn’t an Ivy League graduate and didn’t come from privilege. He was just a country boy. He played football and baseball and showed cows in Future Farmers of America events. He was a Texas boy who loved the Dallas Cowboys and the Texas Longhorns. He was an All American Kid. An Everyday Hero. If it wasn’t for the movie American Sniper, starring Bradley Cooper, which was released one week ago on Christmas day, most Americans outside the Navy SEALs, U.S. Special Operations, and a whole lot of Texans would probably have never heard of Chris Kyle. It matters not what you think about the United States’ involvement in war in the Middle East, or why you think we have sent American boys and girls to that area. That’s all irrelevant. And, candidly, I couldn’t care less about your attitudes in that regard. What is relevant is that young men and women accept orders to go to hell holes around the globe to give the rest of us the opportunity to say and think whatever we wish. The U.S. Constitution might give us the right to speak our minds, but it is the warrior who preserves that right. Chris Kyle served four tours of duty in Iraq and earned numerous medals and commendations. But those weren’t what motivated him. It was “his boys” that did that. It was protecting his fellow warriors against sadists who have decapitated Americans, who have dragged the bodies of Americans through streets, who have committed atrocities against women and children just to keep them under control through terror, and who would bring their sadism to the United States given half-a-chance, that motivated Kyle and all of those who have served in the military. I have attached an article from D Magazine that will tell you a lot about Chris Kyle, including the fact that he was murdered by a mentally ill former Marine in Texas, after Kyle left the SEALs. Kyle was with the Marine that day to try to help him. That Marine, like all of the men who had served in the military was another one of “his boys.” I encourage you to read the attached article and then go see the movie, American Sniper. After doing both those things, if you are not inspired to do something special for a past or present member of the military to honor Chris Kyle’s memory, then I suspect nothing will ever inspire you to do so.