Ran across an old letter to my Dad from 30 years ago, and now I remember what I was so worried about as a Medical Platoon Leader heading into the Gulf War.
Turns out, during *training exercises* fratricide was a fairly common occurrence (due to fog of war). This did happen. 1/3
Turns out, during *training exercises* fratricide was a fairly common occurrence (due to fog of war). This did happen. 1/3
But this other time, I was waiting for "enemy" wounded to arrive at our Aid Station, and they never did. Turns out our troops "double tapped" them. In TRAINING.
No wonder our colonel was no insistent we go over the Geneva Convention repeatedly before the balloon went up. 2/3
No wonder our colonel was no insistent we go over the Geneva Convention repeatedly before the balloon went up. 2/3
P.S. These sketches were from letters I sent home at the time, describing the work of a mechanized infantry Battalion Aid Station. 3/3
Apparently, in this letter (second frame) I made a reference to giving one of my fellow soldiers a book of "J. Edwards Sermons."
Even back then, lol. Just never giving it a rest. 4/3
Even back then, lol. Just never giving it a rest. 4/3
Also this sketch says we were sposed to be 2-10 km behind the front lines, but this dumb-hat Captain land navigated us right to the front, 100m behind the lead Bradleys in the middle of a battle.
When I showed him on the map how off we were, he chomped on his cigar. We stayed.
When I showed him on the map how off we were, he chomped on his cigar. We stayed.
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