In July 1986, a convoy of dark green jeeps, deuce and half trucks, and Dodge Ram trucks rumbled down Interstate 80 through Nebraska at a steady 55 mph clip; it’s destination – the Fort Carson Military Reserve near Colorado Springs, Colorado. I sat in one of the lead vehicles. On my left, behind the wheel of a Ram, sat Staff Sergeant Ray Schmidt. Schmidt was the head of the battalion’s S1, or administrative section. I worked for Schmidt. I liked Schmidt. I respected him. He was a good man.
Behind us, in another Ram, were two other members of the S1 section, a private and a specialist four. I don’t remember the names of either one of them. But I do remember some of their personal attributes. So I will refer to them as Private Rocker and Specialist Slacker. Continue Reading »