Veteran of Iraq, Afghanistan to Retire on September 11

 

Master Sgt.Pamela Bleuel (left) in Afghanistan

In July 2009 I was pushing my bike toward a gap in the blast wall on Camp Adder, Iraq.  I lived in a trailer on the other side of that wall. A soldier wearing a bandana over her nose and mouth walked toward me and asked why the hell anyone would ride a bike in wind like this.  

I don't remember my answer, but Pamela Bleuel and I started talking about being old soldiers who enlisted late and had three college-age daughters back home.  She was 43 at the time, I was 56.  

Now she's 56, a master sergeant, and retiring on Saturday, September 11.  She enlisted in the year 2000 at age 35 to pay off her student loans.  She is a math teacher.  She liked the army a lot more than she expected, became a drill sergeant and when I met her was training troops in convoy security on Camp Adder.  She wanted to be convoy security but the rules at the time did not let her. She stayed in Iraq for two tours, then was in Afghanistan five years later. 

I visited Pam in her home in Kentucky in 2010 and 2014 and was thinking I would be visiting again this year, but plans changed. Maybe next year. I wrote about Pam when I was in Iraq in 2009.  Here's the story:

"I'd rather be digging a damn ditch than sitting on my ass in an air-conditioned office pushing FRAGOs (Fragmentary Orders)." That was one of the first things Staff Sergeant Pamela Allen Bleuel said to me when I met her walking across on open area in a sandstorm. She is a cheerful, imposing, funny woman of 43 who joined the Army Reserves on a whim just before 9/11 and now has an intense love-hate relationship with life in camouflage.

Until last month SSG Bleuel was the sergeant in charge of the convoy training school here on Camp Adder. She taught troops how to drive and fight in convoys and how to best use the ungainly MRAP fighting vehicles that are now the standard troop carrier across Iraq. She loved convoy training and did not mind when her tour was extended. When she did the unit she went to decided her training as a military police officer would be best used processing FRAGOs--the daily changes to orders that bubble through the military system day and night.

Bleuel loves being outside, moving troops, and has no desire to sit in air conditioning, but she will do the job as well as she can until the end of her extended tour. 

She joined the reserves in 2000 at age 35 with no prior military experience at all, because she saw two soldiers hanging up a sign in the small town in Kentucky where she lives. The sign said the Army would repay student loans for reserve soldiers. She had three daughters between 8 and 13 years old at the time, taught math at the local high school and had $30,000 in student loans. She signed up. She went off to basic at the end of the school year, trying to fit basic and advanced training into the summer break. Training did not quite fit her school schedule and she was just about done with training when the 9-11 attacks hit.

At that point she just wanted to serve and was jealous of the regular Army soldiers who were whisked away to airborne schools and other assignments. She served as an MP until 2004 when she trained to be a drill sergeant. Every summer after that she would "push troops" through Fort Knox, Kentucky, during the 11-week summer break at her school district. Her experience as a drill sergeant and an MP lead her to convoy training here in Iraq.

 
Now she is ready to go back to being a drill sergeant part time and a full time teacher. "Each year it gets easier to go back to pushing troops and harder to teach school," she said. "It's not the kids. It's the damn parents." She then gave her version of the teacher's lament that parents call her, email her, come to school to say their little child is special. "In the Army you don't deal with that. Mom doesn't call basic training," she said.

 
She also likes the structure and clarity of Army life, at least in training. "We have a goal; get the trainees ready to be soldiers." She also likes the deference of soldiers when compared to civilians. "When I get back from Knox and I am in a crowd at Wal-Mart, I wish I could yell 'Make a hole' and have everybody get out of my way."

 
Bleuel's wall is covered with pictures of her three children. She is very proud of them--even the one who, "Is a liberal and wants to save the whole damn world. She voted for Obama. We don't talk about politics." Bleuel is somewhere to the right of Oliver North politically and hates everything about France, which is a double layer of irony given her name.

 At age 43 she has eight years of service and will have to decide soon whether she will make the Army a career or not. I'm guessing she will. The look she has in her eyes when she talks about basic training and convoy ops is not there when she talks about Algebra 2.

 

Fascists and Fundamentalists Don't Care if You (or your mother) Die

 

Anti-vaxx, anti-mask Republicans don't care who dies

Fascism has no ideology.  It is not a coherent system of beliefs.  Fascists:

--Love violence

--Love displays of strength, especially against weak victims

--Ally with nationalist religion

Fundamentalists of whatever nationalist religion, strive for theocracy, because when their god is in charge, they get to speak for god.  

Fascists and fundamentalists take different routes to domination, but their goal is the same: full control of a state remade in their image.  

In the case of Islamic extremists, Jihad is fascism and Sharia is fundamentalism.  The Islamic fundamentalists who want to form caliphates bring together political fascism and fundamentalism in a state that is maiming and murdering its own people.

I wrote in 2016 that Trump is neither Hitler nor Mussolini because those fascist dictators were men of considerable personal courage--that was their path to power.  Trump is whining bully who plays a strong man on TV.  

But Trump is a fascist. After he left the White House, the Republican Party has become more fascist than he is.  

Fascists and fundamentalists are united in not caring how many of their own people die. A fascist of course wants to kill "them," anyone who is not part of their country, party, etc. And every fundamentalist is quite sure their god only cares about those of their faith--the rest of the world is going to Hell.

Neither fundamentalist nor fascist cares if you die. They don't care if your parents die, your kids, your neighbor, your spouse as long as they are triumphant.

Trump worshippers deny he is a fascist, but 2020 made clear Trump's fascist credentials as golden as his toilet.  Trump would not do anything to stop the spread of COVID if he thought it would hurt his chances of re-election.  He turned people against masks, he made antivaxxers of his own people, he did not care about COVID initially because it was brown people and old people dying in blue states as the sad chart above shows.

But now, the sick and the dead are the anti-vaxx, anti-mask dimwits who are Trump's most loyal worshippers. Trump does not care.  Most Republican leaders don't care. The Republicans who do care are hounded and threatened.

Right now in Afghanistan, the Taliban will be forcing Sharia Law (their sick interpretation) on their country.  They will put their Islamic fundamentalist program in place by beating, maiming, raping, enslaving and murdering their own people.  And they will believe they are doing their god's will.

Right now in America, Republicans are pushing a Christian fundamentalist agenda in part because the biggest group that voted for in higher numbers for Trump in 2020 than in 2016 was Evangelical Christians.  

Sacrificing their own people is not a bug of fascism or fundamentalism, it's a feature.  

Nazis are a special case of fascists with an anti-Semitic ideology.  Italian fascists were not anti-Jew immediately, but they got around to it eventually.  French fascists are deeply anti-Jew. They are the source of the Great Replacement Theory that was behind Trump's invading caravans. French fascists like an intellectual veneer on their hateful ideology.  They despise Trump. 

 

"Make a Buddy" Shitter

 

The times when I lived and worked in close quarters large groups of men--the Army and Teamsters loading docks.  One lament common to both places was, "Can't I take a shit in peace?"  

And even men I have known who care little for privacy would occasionally want "to shit in a latrine with a door."

When I was on German gunnery ranges in the 1970s, some of the ranges had a place we called a "Make A Buddy" Shitter.  It was an outhouse with two boards with three holes connected by a narrow floor space.  When it was full, three men sat on each side facing each other with interlaced knees.  The inside guys had to wait until the outside guys were done to get out.  Sometimes men would wear their gas masks to use that latrine.  

I have a lot of good memories of my military service, but "Make a Buddy" Shitters is not one of them.

Every Day, All Day Humiliation at Auschwitz

 

Auschwitz-Birkenau latrine

On my return visit Auschwitz in July of this year, I saw things I missed or forgot I saw on my first visit in 2017.  

In 2017 I was overwhelmed by the scale of the camp--so many people murdered, so many German soldiers and civilians running the camp.  

One of the horrible sights was the latrine in a barracks at Birkenau.  The guards herded the inmates to the latrine. They used the latrine together, dozens at a time. The guards used a stopwatch.  When time was up, the inmate had to get up or be beaten.  

When I try to imagine how horrible life truly was I think of times when I lived and worked in close quarters large groups of men--the Army and Teamsters loading docks.  One lament common to both places was, "Can't I take a shit in peace?"  

No one wants to be rushed in a latrine.  

And even men I have known who care little for privacy would occasionally want "to shit in a latrine with a door."

When I was on German gunnery ranges in the 1970s, some of the ranges had a place we called a "Make A Buddy" Shitter.  It was an outhouse with two boards with three holes connected by a narrow floor space.  When it was full, three men sat on each side facing each other with interlaced knees.  The inside guys had to wait until the outside guys were done to get out.  Sometimes men would wear their gas masks to use that latrine.  

And yet, these laments of dock workers and soldiers hardly touch the deep humiliation of prisoners in Auschwitz and other concentration camps forced to use latrines on a stop watch.  

The Nazis who marched in Charlottesville represent the very same things as the guards at Auschwitz. They see me and everyone who is not in their tribe as less than human. Nazis are never "fine people." We can never have peace with a government that tolerates Nazis. We are fortunate to be delivered from a government that numbers all American Nazis among its voters.

Nazi and rebel flags together at Charlottesville, 

both flags represent the losers in racist wars.

 

Seven Years Ago Today: Ironman Finish Six Minutes Before Midnight

 

My wife and I crossed the start line at 7:20 a.m. I crossed the finish line at 11:54 p.m. after 16 hours and 34 minutes of swimming, riding and running a total of 140.6 miles. My wife finished an hour before me.

Seven years ago today, I did my first, last and only triathlon. It was the Louisville, Kentucky, event.  That day, like today in Pennsylvania, the temperature was in the mid-90s with 90% humidity.  

Since that very long day, I had a knee replaced, lost partial use of my left arm.  I will never do another Ironman, but I am very glad I did the one I finished seven years ago today.

I have written several blog posts about the Ironman. They are here.

Vital and Urgent Priorities in America's Place in the World

 

At the center of the book "Seven Habits of Highly Effective People" the author says we must learn to separate the Vital from the Urgent and live our lives taking proper care of both. The reason we can't is the tyranny of the urgent. 

When there is a fire on the stove we have to put it out before we can think about remodeling the kitchen to be more efficient. Social media makes the urgent loom much larger than Stephen Covey could have imagined when he wrote his book. I can see and sympathize with the urgent plight of the people of Afghanistan. 

But America also needs to keep its commitments to other allied nations, and I would add to fix prior betrayals. What America has done to the Kurds in the last three decades needs to be fixed. It does not have the videos of the current crisis, but we left the Kurds in Iraq to be gassed and slaughtered by Saddam Hussein in 1991. Our failed "nation building" strategy left the Kurds isolated in 2003 and after. Then the last President betrayed the Kurds in Syria after one phone call with Erdogan. Unlike the current President, he was not surprised by events, he did not give a fuck about the Kurds or any commitment we made to them. 

And while we focus on Afghanistan while showing the world we are incompetent, what happens to Taiwan? Does China think we would come to Taiwan's aid? And Ukraine? What would stop Putin from moving into Ukraine in force? The Baltic states have authoritarian Belarus and Russia as neighbors to the east and increasingly authoritarian Poland to the south and west.

Bungee Cord Repair Lasts 2,400 Miles

2021 Nissan Altima plus six bungee cords

Last Friday my son Nigel and I left Lancaster at 8:30 p.m. to drive to Minneapolis, Minnesota. He will be staying with his sister Lisa for a couple of months.  

The plan was to drive to somewhere around Cleveland, drive as far as I could Saturday and arrive by Sunday late morning.  As it turned out, I drove straight through. We arrived Saturday at 1 p.m.  More on that later.  

Nigel and Lisa at Caribou Coffee in Minneapolis

About 100 miles from Lancaster on US 322 West, I ran over what I think was a chunk of truck tire.  There was a horrible scraping noise.  We pulled over and found the bumper and pieces of the underbody dragging on the ground.  We tried to pound it into place, but it fell apart as soon as we moved.  

Then I remembered I had a bungee cord in my back pack.  And at the second place we stopped there was a bungee cord lying in the breakdown lane.  With two bungee cords, we could drive slowly to a Rutter's Store four miles away.  There I bought a half dozen more bungee cords.  I threaded them through the damaged pieces under the body, pulled bumper into place and kept driving. 

The Nissan Altima before we left. 

Nigel asked if the cords would hold until Minneapolis.  I reminded him that NASCAR repairs partially wrecked cars in the pits with Duct Tape and Bungee Cords and they hold at 200+ mph.  I could tell him the bungee cords would hold till I got home.  They did.  

When I returned the car after the 2,500-mile trip, I pulled off the bungee cords. The bumper and underbody parts stayed in place.  They will fall apart if the car is driven over a bump, but the tension of the bungee cords had stuck the damaged parts together.  

And why did I drive straight through?  When we got near the Ohio state line, I looked on my hotel app and saw very few vacancies anywhere near Cleveland. A Holiday Inn near Toledo had one room for $368!!!  I decided to keep driving.  When the sun came up we were approaching Chicago.  We at pancakes in Wisconsin and got to Minneapolis in the early afternoon.  I slept for four hours, got up for dinner, then slept nine more hours.  Late the next morning I started back.  This time I stopped half way.  

Modern cars are so reliable, it was fun to show Nigel I could put a broken car back together on the side of the road in the dark with green, yellow and black bungee cords.