It has been a while since I have written. Sorry about that. The time has flown by and the longer I stay here the more the daily tempo of activity seems to increase. My routine duties, if you call anything around here routine, took a backseat about a week and a half ago. TF Troy was requested to provide support for a rapidly identified, high priority mission west of Baghdad and the J8 was directed to support the identified mission needs. Accordingly, with the robust size of TF Troy J8 at 3, two Majors and “moi”, I had the opportunity to personally support the subject mission.
While many of the details of the mission cannot be discussed or outlined in this forum, I will try and give you an overview of some of my generic experiences and insights. It was totally different than providing support in and around Victory Base Camp. Going “outside the wire” presented its own set of expectations and challenges. I do want to emphasize that under the leadership of the J8, Major(s) Stamm and Holifield, neither they nor I, would support a non-trained war fighter to venture outside the wire for a casual purpose. The mission was very specific, very well defined, and my involvement was as a participant, not as a reporter or observer. MAJ Holifield (PhD) the Uniformed Army Scientist that works within the TF Troy J8, led our support for this mission and provided me explicit guidance and direction when required. Such instances included (but were not limited to) logistics involving helicopter transport from Victory Base Camp to the Forward Operating Base and Force Protection TTP (Tactics, Techniques and Procedures) when riding in a convoy or when dismounted & executing the mission. So, while vastly different from Victory Base Camp, my best interests were planned for and well executed by my war fighting colleagues.
The mission and experience was unpredictable, productive, crazy exciting and at times very frustrating. As I stated, I can not go into details on what we did or where we were but I will try and give you a sense of the experience. While I didn’t expect to provide support in this manner, in hindsight it was a very fulfilling and interesting opportunity. We accomplished our mission objectives and goals with no unanticipated events or results. I really feel I was in the right place, at the right time to have been able to be a part of such an event. Now I’ll transition to a more explicit description of the details of the mission-accordingly, the one word that comes to mind is dirt.
There was dirt everywhere. On Thursday when we went “outside the wire” at the FOB, the winds were blowing 35-40 knots. At times, the sandstorm was so bad that visibility was limited to less than 50 feet. We had one day to accomplish the task so we stayed out, got dirty and completed the mission. We were either in mission prep or outside the FOB conducting the mission for over 10 hours. After the mission, MAJ Holifield recommended we take a picture to have a record of the dirt collected on us, and it is shown below. There was sand and dirt everywhere. I’m using the words sand and dirt interchangeably because the substance has the consistency of very, very fine dirt-almost chalk-like but you’re in the desert so people think of sand. For the first time during my deployment, I worked extensively with Marines. They are very polite but very straightforward, they are very casual in their demeanor regarding what needs to get done but very professional when planning and executing, and they have fun. There is the non-stop ribbing, joking and poking at each other while they do what they need to do. I feel similarly about my experience working alongside them as I do with their US Army counterparts – after working with them, taking into account their average size and capabilities, one decides very quickly that it is a good thing they are on YOUR side. Or better yet, you are on THEIR side.
The convoy out of the FOB was another exciting experience. When we drove from the base it felt like we drove for 5 miles before I saw any evidence of life. No dogs or cats, no running power lines – only the poles where lines were once attached – old tires and rims, light poles fallen on the ground, thousands of torn plastic bags, and general trash you would find at a dump (but no food trash, just junk). When we finally got to the edge of a village or house, it was littered with the same amount of trash, everywhere. Most of the buildings didn’t have roofs (they weren’t bombed or anything, they just weren’t completed structures), and the ones that did have a roof often times had a generator in the front yard with an extension cord running from it into the house. I didn’t see any lights on while we passed. It was around 0800 so it was daylight and I was traveling in the back of a 7 ton “personnel carrying” covered truck so visibility from my vantage point wasn’t the best. A picture of the 7-ton truck is shown below with two HMMWV’s. We were part of an 8 vehicle convoy and our truck was approximately in the middle. As we progressed along the route people, mostly children, lined the road. The children were jumping up and down, waving, and shouting something as the trucks passed. I asked after we arrived at the site what they were shouting, and I was told they were hollering for chocolate. The Marines often throw out candy to the children.
The transport to and from the VBC and FOB was interesting and frustrating, again very characteristic of a wartime environment. We traveled via helo both ways, both times flights were either canceled, delayed or both. I really felt fortunate to get to the FOB and back at VBC when we did. Both ways, going out or returning, I thought we were going to stay at the locale another night.
I guess I’ll sign off. But before I do, I wanted to highlight the details of another fallen hero who died in support of our country and OIF. Please remember, routinely, just like we all see in the daily editions of USA Today, our soldiers are paying the ultimate price for the freedom we enjoy in our everyday life. So in every effort, those engaged in moving technology from the laboratory to the war fighter need to feel a sense of urgency and a sense of personal purpose. Tech. Sgt. Anthony L. Capra, 31, of Hanford, Calif., died Wednesday, 9 April 2008 near an area called Golden Hills, about 6 miles west of Balad Air Base, of wounds sustained when he encountered an improvised explosive device.
He was an explosive ordnance technician and assigned to Detachment 63 of the 688th Armament Systems Squadron in Indian Head, Md. Before he was stationed at Indian Head, Capra was assigned to Eglin Air Force Base, Fla., and the 96th Civil Engineer Squadron Explosive Ordnance Flight. “It’s a huge hit to the Eglin EOD flight because we knew Tony personally,” Capt Shane Frith, EOD flight commander, said in an Air Force statement. “We won’t be able to forget his character and the way he represented the EOD community. The impact is tremendous on the local troops here.” In May 2006, Capra was among seven airmen from the flight presented Bronze Stars for their service in Iraq. Capra was assigned to the 688th in the fall of 2007. The squadron oversees the acquisition of bomb disposal gear and other combat support equipment for the Air Force. Capra’s other decorations include the Air Force Commendation Medal presented in 2006 and Air Force Achievement Medal presented in May 2002.



