She was army, assigned to the infantry there, under their command, went on the same patrols, did the same job, ...her mos back in the states was not infantry but she was doing that job cause they needed her, she was good and she deserves that honor, like many other woman there, we did our technical jobs but usually ended up doing a whole bunch of cr&p that was not our MOS and things that we lacked prior training for.
We did what was needed. The girl that got frag was infantry pting with the infantry guys, she was all but on paper. The guys got ph, she didn't exist.
I was disarming throwing sticks over there, marking locations of un-exploded sh*t but I wasn't eod by mos. Just because it's not on paper didn't stop you from learning how to survive. I was awarded my crab by the eod commander and I wore it proudly over there. I did my job of being the finance officer at the px and other unimaginables since the place was so short handed, especially when the daily death rate went up, lacked any type of real heavy armor or fire power, drinking water rationing in effect, lived under constant fear of being overrun by the masses and torn apart limb from limb, and ammo shortage. Everybody did everything and anything to stay alive, even if that meant that we didn't exist in the jobs that we did to live.
We did not have the luxury of only wearing the one hat that was on paper as our mos. You didn't last long there if you did that. I could only imagine, please stop shooting at me, don't kill me, I'm a girl, my country says women aren't supposed to be in combat, my paperwork says that I'm non-combat, can you talk to my boss back in the states so he can explain what my job is.
You needed to disarm something you did it, you needed to catch rats you did it, you needed to protect the perimeter you did it, you get called on to go on a convoy you did it.
I said I'd eat crow if I'm wrong seems that the picture aired of him in uniform was of someone else, nom, nom...