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Yeah right, my commo didn't do shit for me. 11b/commo/mechanic/every other bullshit job. Thanks for the help big Army.
I didn't even know our brigade had commo until 6 months deep they sent us one that knew radios but didn't know satcom or sipr. His job was to fix sipr....so...yeah, fuck us. When I became an RTO I had to teach myself everything without a fucking manual and no one else knew SHIT.
I don't understand how we managed to survive. Just about everyone at my platoon COP (remote as FUCK) had to use their civilian skills to help keep us afloat. Electrician, mechanic, commo.... We had a cook and no food. They sent a generator mechanic with no tools (for a week) they sent commo with no extra wire even when we explained that the wire was shot (literally) and we needed a new one (and yes we did splice many, couldn't with this beast).
They dropped us bricks and cement to build a shitter. Luckily we had a former mason with us. Unfortunetly for the first several months we couldn't build anything because most of the bricks were broken in half and the cement had all been left out in the water (sent ruined in the bag). When we finally got that shit figured out the mortars dropped rounds with charge 2 instead of 3 and obliterated the shitter. We got a washing machine but we didn't have running water. We filled it with dirt and put it in a Hesco.
Sure we got MREs and water bottles airdropped, most floated away and fed the Taliban, the ones that didn't burn in still had to be hiked to to recover.
Sometimes it really feels like there's 1 way to be a soldier and support yourself and 211 other ways to wear ACUs.