The Chitwood (Outpost)
Ten Pax, took the Daily Red Pill (DRP) this morning and got better.
The Pax: Meat sweats, Mad Bum, Neo, Poacher, Berry, Aruba, Scout, Roadhouse and Chitwood (Q: Squirrel)
The Scene: Getting a bit tired of this cold!
WarmUp: Abe Vigoda’s and trunk twists
The Thang: The Chitwood
- 25 Burpees
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 50 Merkins
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 75 Walking Lunges
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 100 Air Squats
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 75 Walking Lunges
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 50 Merkins
- 300 Meter Run OR 152M Ruck
- 25 Burpees
Finished off with an work;
- Mountain tops
- Crunches
- Extra inning pickle pounders and
- Shakira’s, for those who wonder what the ladies in Pahrump, Nevada might need to hit both sides of the valley. Or as Scout put it, ” it’s like a pencil and a coffee can.”
- And speaking of pencils and coffee can we finished with Freddy Mercury ‘s
Now y’all may wonder how Chitwood got a beatdown named after him. Well, Your Humble Correspondent (YHC) figured it would be good to start naming some of our beatdowns after our own Hero’s. Chitwood teaches me through his actions and his love for his fellow man how to be a better person.
More names to come in the future. Who will be next?
Announcements/Prayer requests:
Continued prayers for Deborah as she valiantly grapples with cancer.
Prayers also lifted up for Chitwood’s friend who also has cancer with an unknowing 8-year-old son. God wrap your loving hands around both of these families who aren’t allowing themselves to be labeled as “cancer patient” but are living as mother, father, friend. Let’s not forget the person behind the illness.
- 16 February – Tomorrow! Men’s Fraternity starts. Southern Pines United Methodist church, Wednesday’s 06-0730. Vault has the 4-1-1.
- 19 February – Clown Car Convergence as we drive to Albermarle for their workout
Chitwood let us out in prayer
MOLESKINE: Bosnia….
My daughter was recently visiting with a friend of hers, and he was telling her all about his past 8 months in Europe. He mentioned one country he particularly liked was Bosnia. It made her think of YHC and how little I had really talked about that time there. So, she asked. Got me to thinking a bit about those days. Here’s another chapter from days of old, when we deployed with muskets, dry powder and hard tack.
Over the course of a few years I took to heart the verse that is seen throughout the unit hallways:
“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
Isaiah 6:8
I wish I knew the bible a bit better back then. I thought it was all about saying to deploy which would serve the greater good. That’s kinda it. The real meaning of it is to serve the Lord in whatever way possible. God wants willing volunteers in His service.
I spent several rotations in Bosnia. Two deployments were on a Protection Details for General Shinseki then Meigs and several on Recce (Reconnaissance) missions looking for Persons Indicted for War Crimes (PIFWC), pronounced piff-wick.
The Protection details were based out of Sarajevo. Ilidža actually, which is basically a burb of Sarajevo. It was nice’ish.
The buildings had all been damaged during the war and had the marks of bullets and shrapnel. The café was run by the Brits. I never did understand why the Full English breakfast was baked beans, tomatoes, sausages and eggs. I could deal with the baked beans but the tomatoes just didn’t do it for me.
We had a six-man security detail and me, the communications guy. Sounds cool. It wasn’t. Lots of hours, last minute changes and time sitting in the vehicle waiting for the next movement. Our team really became close during those trips. I think back on our team and then compare them to the guys who are currently assigned to that unit. Today’s soldiers often wear beards and have muscles on top of their muscles.
Back during Bosnia times we all just looked like a bunch of middle aged dads… or the Olympic Curling team. Either one works.
are those sweepers or hidden weapons? Hmmm.
The majority of my time in Bosnia was spent on Recce missions. Locating and bringing to justice the men who lead or took part in the massacre of some 8,000 Muslim civilians in the Bosnian town of Srebrenica was some great missions. I’m sure Poacher recalls a lot of places over there as well.
We were based out of homes in different towns around Bosnia; Tuzla, Bijeljina, Brcko, Dubrave, Gradacac, Srebrenik, Doboj, Banja Luka, Novi Grad…
The countryside was beautiful and the people were nice. The chow was decent and the local “blue plate special” was Cevapi, a meat mix of beef and lamb, served on flatbread. Usually with so much grease you could feel your arteries clogging while you were eating it.
And we had to talk to the locals a good bit. Friendly folks who were quick with a drink. They had some pretty rot-gut alcohol called Slivovitz, plum brandy. Everyone had it and made it in milk jugs, old bottles, or just about anything that could hold liquid. And when to drink it? Any time according to the locals.
Thanks for joining me on another trip down memory lane. As Archie Bunker used to say, “those were the days”…..
Aye!