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Who Did You Look Up To The Most While Serving? (chance To Brag If You Want To...)

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Barberian

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Last night it took me a while to fall asleep. Rather than end up thinking about all the crap I usually do, I tried to come up with something new, something different to think about. Something positive out of those 20 years I served instead of all the pain and suffering it's caused me. After a few failed attempts I fell on the idea of who inspired me to be better, to believe in myself.

I settled on three people who inspired me:

1. AMSC Parker (E-7). All through my young life, including my first two years at my first command I had a philosophy of "if you can't dazzle em with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit", and it worked quite well for me up until I met AMSC Parker. The first few encounters I got away with what I was trying to do, but after the first few times, he called me on it. I was trying to get out of something by quoting the 4790 manual - the "Bible" of aviation maintenance. He listened patiently then dropped the bombshell. He said "Show that to me in writing". I looked at him like a deer in the headlights, "In writing"? I asked. "Yes, go get the 4790 and show me that in writing before you leave today. It was already afternoon, and I wasn't very familiar with the 4790. Oh shit, I thought to myself. I spent the next several hours looking through the various sections of the manual which is 5 volumes. About a foot tall if you stack them all in one pile. I finally found the reference, which by the luck of the stars, I was right. Of course he knew this, but making me back up what I said had a profound effect on me for the rest of my career. He continued to call me on what I was saying forcing me to become more and more familiar with the book. By the time I left that command I was one of the experts and people came to me for help. Later on in my career I became "By the books Barber" (my last name is Barber). Some times as a compliment, sometimes as a put down. Either way, I was known for knowing the manuals well, and if I said it, it had a VERY high probability of being right. I would admit if I wasn't sure and help them look it up. Just knowing WHERE to look was over half the battle.

In aviation, people live or die depending on whether or not you follow the right publications.

2. Sgt. Mendoza . At my second command, I had a Sgt. as a supervisor in the Advanced Composites Shop. The Advanced Composites Shop was the most prestigious in my Division. My command had an exchange program with VFA 125, an F/A 18 training squadron. That squadron had a large contingent of Marines to train them because the Marines use F/A 18's as well, both pilots and maintainers. My command worked on parts, and the Marines needed that training as well, hence the exchange. Sgt Mendoza explained once that the leadership level between the Marines and Navy was lopsided. The responsibility and authority was a paygrade higher for equal rank in the Marines - E-5 in Marines = E-6 in the Navy. Having been around a lot of Marines I could see what he was saying and never argued about it, didn't need to. He behaved to a higher standard than most navy his paygrade. This is the point in my career I discovered through his leadership, that one can act as one wishes to be, not as others may see you, or in other words - Always try to behave, have the knowledge and experience of at least one pay grade senior to your current one.

3. AMC Marks (E-7). If you needed something done, or some near impossible to get replacement part, AMC Marks. He was like radar from the tv show M.A.S.H. but not as tv friendly. He was networked throughout the west coast. He made as many enemies as friends, but EVERYBODY respected him. He knew as many people in the supply system as in the aircraft maintenance field. I don't think there was ever a part he couldn't get, some just took a little longer to find than others. Often it involved taking out a part of one or more of our "parts" birds which wasn't always a welcome adventure for the trade, but we always had one of the best sortie rates in our airwing. All of his efforts were "legal" eventually. Just sometimes the paperwork had to be "shuffled" a few times to get all the X's in the right places.

I was kind of stuck in idle because I couldn't get advanced because of the draw down. Then something happened to me and I was removed from my command by Balboa Naval Hospital the week before we were to deploy. I spent six months at the hospital slowly recovering on my own (case was mismanaged by the hospital). When my Time was up there, I chose to go back to my old command against all common sense. Even though my health wasn't nearly as good, my drive and commitment to the job was 10 times better. AMC Marks took me under his wing and I became the command's "Golden Child", or it's favorite candidate for promotion to Chief. I got this recognition by busting my ass, not kissing ass. We were doing condensed work ups in preparation to go to the Gulf for G2. My Division Chief was going on terminal leave and AMC put me in as acting Division Chief. Then right before we went to the boat my Division Officer had to go to some training for a few months. AMC put me in as acting Division Officer as well. So... Here I am as an E-6 Shop Supervisor, acting as Division Officer AND Division Chief. I had around 110 men and women under my care. According to every one (Chiefs and above) I was doing great. An E-6 as acting Division Officer is pretty much unheard of in the squadrons, usually another Chief or Officer will step in.
 
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Ok, I forgot to add "Who Did You Look Up To The Most While Serving"? in the body of the post. I was hoping that others would add to the thread some positive examples of people that inspired them while serving. It doesn't have to have anything to do with PTSD.

I understand if no one wants to add anything. Sometimes I fail to remember I have the charisma of herpes sore.
 
-I'm very visual. That last line is KILLING me. Oy. -

I bounced around like crazy during my time in. My cousin has been with the same main group of guys in the 101st for something like 6 years now, my dad had an XO for something like 2 million tours. Um. 11 tours? 12? A lot.

The longest I was with ANYONE in one go was 3 months. Often less. I loathed my own command (hated, despised, chaseus I need uglier words)... And couldn't swing a transfer out... But I had a lot of friends, so I jumped at every chance to be elsewhere. I knew some people my whole time in, but it was in snippets, ya know?

- I loved ANYONE who got me out of there. Most of 'em didn't even know it. I'd go do X with them, then next time through they'd snag me up again. Dear god, thank you, thank you, thank you. The ones who knew what was up and stuck their neck out to 2nd me over? I will owe for ever and always. The ones who were clueless but liked working with me? Kept me sane. Ish, anyhow. My command kept letting me go, because it was Cush at home, and they thought fieldwork was punishment. WTFover. Get. Me. Off. This. Base.

- I also had a Command Master Guns who was amazing. I've tried writing out why, and can't. The man broke my heart, if that makes sense. Every day I wish I could live up to him. At the time, I totally took him for granted. Shoulda, coulda, woulda there. Big regrets.

Maybe if I'd stayed in longer, I'd have a different answer.
 
Barb,

Having had the privilege of being on a flight crew, I also realized how hard you guys worked to keep us in the air. I can't count the times I'd show up at 0600 and start the preflight, only to find the Crew Chief asleep on one of the bench seat. All you guys were like that and my hat's off to ya.

When I was a military brat at Barksdale AFB, my dad had poker games every Thursday night. When these guys took off their jackets, there were stripes, longevity hash marks and ribbons dripping off the coat rack. I position myself so I could hear the conversation and most often it headed in the direction of battles.

A couple landed at Normandy. One was Airborne on D-day and landed in a muddy field behind lines. Another in Korea. These guys were heroes. Real ones. Right there in my kitchen every Thursday night. And before war became for-profit.

Sarg
 
Same here SGT.Sunshine. If I could pick one, it wold be SSG. Bolia, my D.I. in basic and ait. He was a 140lb Vietnamese. Mean as hell. This soldier saw crazy shit in Nam as a kid, and chose to join the Army and eventually trained us to be grunts. He really inspired me. Gave me confidence as a 135lb, 18 year old, that I could become an infantryman. That one day i could travel the world, meet new and interesting people..different cultures.....and blow some shit up. :)
 
My first boss went from E-1 to O-5. He was an Intel linguist and then Intel Officer flying Recon birds. Had his shit together and had already lived everyone's deal. Calm and clear. I could have not been more lucky to have him as my first long term example of leadership. It was an example I had to live up to from then on. I sought him out to be my boss again later.

In Iraq I worked for a Napoleonic sized 2-star that was scary smart. Had three assignments with him after. I despise most flag officers as benefactors of playing the system well, simply survivors of knowing the right people and working staff jobs. Most were not actually the best leaders, they would avoid decisions as much as possible. But this guy had no ego issue. He made his own coffee, didn't waste time decorating his office or building a staff of gatekeepers. He just got on with the job and got out and visited everyone often. It meant a lot when the boss, a General just stops by and sits down at your desk to initiate mutual respect. They need to clone this guy.

Finally, there was my battle buddy in combat. SSG with a Masters that left a teaching job for a call to duty after 9/11. Sharp, down-to-earth, great personality. Always had a smile. I got to repay him by finally leading him to seek treatment recently, nearly 10 years after he started dealing with the beast. I gave him permission to allow himself to acknowledge he had a combat injury and he didn't have to hold it in any longer. It was OK to stop sucked it up and moving on. Time to deal with it and then we move on together. Hopefully he'll join us on the forum someday. I told him we rock on here. Finally, back to my first assignment as a young officer at a unit full of enlisted guys, the only ones in my age group far up in Alaska away from civilization.
 
I was fortunate to have a bad ass squad leader.
Back overseas right now in the same shit hole area.
Blown up 20 plus times, man.
Taking IED hits, getting out and taking a shit on the route.
Riding on mine rollers. The man taught me everything I knew about Route Clearance.
Indicators etc.

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Honestly, no one. Call me anti-social, even in those days, but I found most if not all of the folks I associated with on active duty offensive in some form or another- even my "friends". However it must be said that I spent a good portion of my time in solo and locked away in a secure space, manning my gun mounts. Later on the ground, I was so damned scared all the time, I never got to think much about anything except getting home to my son. Never really been a hero kind of guy. Never really had much respect for anyone human. Still don't.

it is ironic as the folks I respect, then and now, I am unable to see anything but how offensive I find them for a variety of reasons. perhaps I'm just an asshole.
 
Sorry guys but I am dredging through some old threads are pretty good to me.

We had too many heroes. I, like Sludge, was a bit distanced because I was always out in the field or at the hospital. But Duane Hackney comes to mind. He was the most decorated man in the Air Force, period.

I still hold him in great esteem and remember him despite the few times I saw him. When a mission turned nasty I always though how Hickman would act, and it was always right. It turned out OK. I lived.

He finally succumbed to injuries, as we do, and they sent him to the security police. He died not long after that.

There are so many others like him that I knew or knew of. The thought of them makes me feel small.
 
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