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Platoons in Connaught consisted of twenty men; ten snipers and ten spotters. A spotter’s job was to use binoculars and be an extra set of eyes for the sniper. In case the primary sniper was killed, the spotter could take over the position or alert officers of the casualty. I was paired with my spotter. His name was Rifleman Raymond Léon Pelissier and we shared a tent with another sniper and spotter pair. I learned that Rifleman Pelissier was from Laval, Quebec, he was born on March 2nd, 1920, and his wife was six months pregnant when he was conscripted. Once again I met new officers, new platoon leaders, new fellow soldiers, and a new home. After we were settled in we were given a tour of the base and its shooting ranges. Once again my life …show more content…
was thrown in another unexpected direction without my control. Of all people to have a natural talent for shooting I never would’ve thought it’d be me. My sniper training began and I was in the top three of my platoon by February. We practiced shooting targets from progressively longer distances, learned how to adjust sights for elevation and wind, how to work closely with our spotters, and how to shoot easy targets to provide relief for infantry soldiers on the front lines. Before I knew my birthday arrived and I was 23 years old.
I woke up on Saturday, June 13, 1942 feeling amazing. All this time living on base and meeting all these new people had made me into a sniper, a soldier, and a friend. I had become accustomed to the military routine. Though I was soldier and not just some kid in a bookstore, I couldn’t help thinking about Martin. He was probably on CFB Kingston learning how to drive and maintain and tank or constructing improvised fortifications. I hope he was thinking of me. In November I had finished my sniper training. There was talk of being sent to Africa to help in the desert campaign during our graduation ceremony. I was never more nervous in my life. It was all becoming real; everything I worked for. On the 24th of November we were sent home for a week to say goodbye to family and friends before we were shipped across the ocean to die. When I returned home the town had a slightly darker tone to it. The bookstore was just as I remembered it. Caroline had taken great care of the place. I entered the store with the newspaper like I always did I was so excited to Martin and Caroline and I was proud of what we’d done. Martin told Caroline to take the rest of the day off. When she left we kissed again. We were both more mature with our feelings and accepting of our
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It was mid-afternoon on October 3, 1993. There were approximately 160 men eagerly awaiting the signal to proceed. Matt Eversmann sat waiting in Super Six Seven, a Black Hawk helicopter. He noticed that things were being done differently from the other setups, which had been false. This time they were packing more ammo and the commander had come out to see them off.
Mr. Felder enrolled in Tuskegee Institute in 1941 and continued his education until 1943 when he enlisted in the U.S. army and became a member of the famed 92nd Infantry Division, a part of the old historic “Buffalo Soldiers Regiment.” From 1943 to 1946, his infantry unit encountered much combat on the front lines in Italy during World War II. He was wounded in combat and returned from the war with a Purple Heart, a Bronze Star, and a shrapnel-fragments of a bomb, shell, or other object thrown out by an explosion-still lodged in his body.
“For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty for service as a machine gunner with Company I on Operation ALLEN BROOK. Company I was approaching a dry river bed with a heavily wooded tree line that borders the hamlet of Lee Nam, when they suddenly came under intense mortar, rocket propelled grenades, automatic weapon and small arms fire from a large, well concealed enemy force which halted the company’s advance and wounded several marines. Realizing that key points of resistance had to be eliminated to allow the units to advance and casualties to be evacuated. Pfc. Burke, without hesitation, seized his machine gun and launched a series of 1-man assaults against the fortified emplacements. As he aggressively maneuvered to the edge of the steep river bank, he delivered accurate suppressive fire upon several enemy bunkers, which enabled his comrades to advance and move the wounded marines to positions of relative safety. As he continued his combative actions, he located an opposing automatic weapons emplacement and poured intense fire into the position, killing 3 North Vietnamese soldiers as they attempted to flee. Pfc. Burke then fearlessly moved from one position to another, quelling the hostile fire until his weapon malfunctioned. Obtaining a casualty’s rifle and hand grenades, he advanced further into the midst of the enemy fire in an assault against another pocket of resistance killing 2 more of the enemy. Observing that a fellow marine had cleared his malfunctioning machine gun he grasped his weapon and moved into a dangerously exposed area and saturated the hostile tree line until he fell mortally wounded.
By March 26, 1945, Patton’s 3rd Army arrived to the hills overlooking the towns of Aschaffenburg and Schweinheim. While there, Gen Patton received orders from Gen Bradley to start moving further north, and coincidentally, he received military intelligence that his son in law LTC John Waters was being held captive as a POW at the OFLAG XIII-B located in Hammelburg. It was at this time that he ordered the raid to liberate the POWs from the Hammelburg camp. Selected to organize the attack was LTC Creighton Abrams, commander of the Combatant Command B (CCB), 37th Armorer Regiment. He assigned LTC Harold Cohen to lead the attack, but due to a severe case of hemorrhoids, he had to be removed from the mission. After being removed, he recommended CPT ...
I can’t not forget that moment. Ever. I look back at my beginnings at Fort Benning Georgia were I started my airborne training and went on to Fort Bragg North Carolina for the special forces qualification course. Not only do I have airborne brothers but I have Special Forces brothers throughout the world.
COL Freeman took pride in communicating with his battalion commanders . This was extremely beneficial when it came to the day of 14 February 1951. On this day, COL Freeman called all his commanders in and briefed them on the mission ahead and gave them the warning that he believed the enemy would attack them at the weakest moment, at night. Included in his brief was information about the Chinese would attack their perimeter in overwhelming numbers as soon as night fell. The intelligence was beneficial for commanders so they could plan accordingly for the events of the evening . The Soldiers were even aware of the activities planned . One Soldier wrote “I have been told to keep my carbine on semi-automatic” which shows he knew the order and was awaiting to see the enemy to begin the engagement. The Soldiers knew the mission was to stand their ground and not waiver. When morning would come the air strikes would begin pushing back the Chinese and giving them time to
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In 1989 I was a private in basic training at Fort Benning Georgia United States Army Infantry School. In a classroom setting, for a reason that I cannot recall, one of my drill sergeants said “you’re no Audie Murphy.” I made the rookie mistake of asking “Who is Audie Murphy?” The room went silent. I did not know why, but I knew something was wrong because all three of my drill instructors including the senior drill instructor stared at me like I dropped my rifle. The senior drill instructor said, “You’re in the Army and you don’t know who Audie Murphy is?” In a stern voice he told me to find out then report back to tell him about Audie Murphy. I asked other people in the class, and I learned quickly that Audie Murphy is one of the most well-known Army war heroes in our nation’s history.
A tribute released by his Battalion Commander on the occasion of his death was the first document to associate his sniping ability with his “Indian blood.” Since then Canadian historians such as L. James Dempsey have perpetuated this association by crediting his talents to a childhood spent in the woodlands of central Alberta. However, despite Norwest’s reputation as one of the best snipers in the British army very little attention has been devoted to his life on the Western Front. In fact, scholar Leslie Parker Mepham argues that military historians often neglect to examine the role of snipers in the First World War. This gap seems significant in light of the fact that the actions of snipers were frequently mentioned in the 50th Battalion’s official war diary and that detailed accounts of Norwest’s prowess stand in stark contrast to the diary’s dry summation of daily military activities. First World War veteran Victor Wheeler’s frequent references to Norwest as a distant but deeply respected figure in his personal history of the 50th Battalion prove that Norwest’s actions were of interest to the average soldier as well as high command. A close examination of Norwest’s experiences on the frontlines of the First World War is necessary to understand the important role played by snipers, and why they were
I spended 3 month and a half learning English; I took the ASVAB for 4th time this time i passed with a great score, finally i can pick my job and I got 11Bravo that is Infantryman, ship out to basic training at the end of September to Fort Benning, Georgia "Home of the Infantry", One Station Unit Training was one of the funnest thigs that I ever done it was 16 weeks
It was now monday morning and camp had officially started. All the troops meet at the Flag Poles at the middle of camp, for announcements. We had around 15 boys in our troop, which was very small compared to the other troops who had around 75 to 1...
Within the coming year I would have many exciting experiences allowing me to mature. I graduated technical school at Lowery AFB, CO as a Munitions Systems Specialist and was assigned to Eglin AFB, FL. A little over a year later I received a phone call at 2 AM which would drastically change my life. I was recalled to help transport missiles to awaiting F-15s that were preparing to deploy. We were told that some previously unknown dictator had invaded a country in the Middle East that none of us had ever heard of. Within 48 hours I was on a p...
...in the Army and I knew that my life would never be the same; I just was not sure how much. That day set me on a course that opened my eyes to the kind of person I could be: a friend, a brother, a soldier, and a man capable of making this world a better place. That day I chose to be part of something bigger than myself. I would never regret that decision even now, with all of the mental and physical degradation I’ve endured.
Names scroll in little yellow letters across the bottom of our glowing screens: Sergeants, and Captains, and Privates. These men have died for us. More will follow. We asked them to go, and they went.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after