If you’re reading this blog, hopefully this is not the first time you’ve heard - my National Guard unit has been deployed to help with the hurricane relief. In the interest of operational security I can’t give too many details about exactly where I am and who’s with me. Many people have asked me to keep them informed, however, and I can’t call everyone. There’s not enough time in the day or battery in my phone to make that happen. As often as I can I’ll post here and you can read about my adventures. There’s a box on the right where you can subscribe and receive an email for each post I make.
Today is day 9 of my deployment. Here’s a timeline of where I’ve been and what I’ve done:
Day 0
I got the phone call at 7 PM - “Report to the base at noon tomorrow.” I knew it was coming but I was expecting more than 17 hours advance warning. I was up until about 4 AM packing and getting things ready to go. I spent quite a bit of cash at WalMart to by things I would need - a cheap watch, some batteries, a flashlight, etc. I also bought a wifi card for my old laptop in the hopes that I would have internet access somewhere.
Day 1
I spent most of this day sitting through briefings about what to expect, how the finances would work, etc. The most common answer I heard was “I don’t know.” I did get to go home this evening to spend one last night with my wife before heading out.
Day 2
This is the day we finally left. We spent a good part of the day checking out equipment (firearms, sleeping bags, etc) to take with us. We finally left about two hours behind schedule, destination San Antonio. On the way down we had a truck blow a tire. It turns out we had loaded about 5 tons of gear onto a 2.5 ton truck…wonder why the tire blew? That took about two hours to repair. We arrived in San Antonio very early the next morning, checked in our weapons and set up in the barracks.
Day 3
Today should have been a day off. We were on the road for about 8 hours the day before, in addition to several hours before that handling equipment and briefings. In all, about 19 hours. This day we slept in, at a late breakfast and prepared to lounge around and watch the news. No such luck.
Shortly before lunch I was told to fuel the bus and prepare for departure. It was several hours before we actually went anywhere, but we spent a lot of that time in the heat outside. We had to check out our weapons again, wait for the truck to get all new tires and load our bags onto another truck. Our bags would meet us at our destination.
We arrived at Texas A&M very late that night. The Aggies were very gracious and gave us their rec center to stay in. We spent the first night on the gym floor.
Day 4
Wakeup was at 7, we packed up and loaded bags into the truck to get ready for our imminent departure. After a breakfast of MRE (yum yum) we prepared to prepare and stood by to stand by. Full-on stand around mode. Most of my unit sat inside the rec center and watched the weather channel. I was called to the bus several times to move it out of somebody’s way, eventually I decided just to sit on the bus. We had far too much heavy equipment in that parking lot, more than it was designed for, and the whole place was a big rodeo. We lined up a convoy of equipment, buses and other vehicles to move out. Where and when was unknown. At one point we scrounged together from several different sources a laptop, a power inverter, some nice powered speakers and a DVD of “Men of Honor.” Welcome to the BlueBird movie theater.
Eventually we were told that we would not go anywhere this day. My superiors decided that we were going out to dinner and a movie so I fired up the bus - El Chico for dinner, and then Transporter 2 at the theater. Good food and good entertainment - better than the first Transporter.
We set up cots upstairs in the rec center and went to sleep.
Day 5
Once again, we packed everything in the truck for our very quick departure. I stayed in the lobby watching news for most of the day, munching on MREs. The rumors were flying - “We’re going home” - “We’re going to New Orleans” - “They need us in Beaumont” - none of these came about. I’m sure they did need us in Beaumont but nobody could find an assignment for us, so we stayed again. We unloaded our gear and set it up in an exercise room upstairs.
This night we had some downtime. There was no fear of leaving with a 5-minute notice and we were allowed to be out of uniform as long as we stayed in the building. I was ecstatic to get into some shorts and a t-shirt and go for a run around the track. I even got a game of raquetball going with one of the other guys in my unit. We also had a chance to do laundry, but had to be back in the building by 10. I convinced the other bus driver to do my laundry for me in exchange for $5 and a packet of laundry soap.
Unfortunately, I forgot that my cellphone was in my laundry bag. When I planned to go to the laundromat I was going to make some phone calls, so I dropped my phone and a novel in the laundry bag. I forgot about it when I handed my laundry off and my cellphone got washed. I got it back and the screen was completely blank. I figured it was completely shot and I put it in the bottom of my duffel bag. This was my only link to home so I was more than slightly ticked at myself.
At some point on this day the A&M staff decided a bunch of soldiers with live weapons and ammunition in the rec center was not the image they wanted to present to their student body - in the words of one sergeant, “It’s like the rec center is under siege!” We locked away all weapons and ammunition in a locked box, in a locked truck, next to a dozen other military trucks. Even with those precautions we had to have armed guards rotating through hourly shifts. It’s not fun to interrupt your sleep for an hour of guard duty, but there are certainly worse things to do.
Day 6
Here we are at A&M still.
My unit’s leadership decided that loading everything on the truck each night was not the most intelligent thing we could do. It was possible that the entire task force could be sent on a mission, but it was more likely that individual units would be sent out to separate locations. We loaded our bags onto our buses instead to be ready for immediate departure. Again we sat at the rec center all day, but there was a bit of excitement with the bus - mechanical difficulties threatened to keep us stationary regardless of mission. We had another bus with us but could not safely put our entire unit on the one bus. After several hours and several mechanics the bus was up and running again just in time to go back to the dining hall for dinner.
That night we moved across the street to a different building so the students could have their rec center back. We were told to leave our bags in the room but pack them as if we’re leaving. I was given some freedom to take people where the needed to go in town to run errands, as long as I had a cellphone and was no more than 30 minutes away in case we had to leave in a hurry. I got out to the Sprint store to try and get a new phone.
I had been at the Sprint store long enough to get close to the top of the list when the call came. We didn’t know where, but we knew we were going and we were going NOW. No time to wait for my new phone. We drove for a few hours to a small east Texas town near Beaumont. You won’t read about it on the news as there are no major oil refineries or anything of that nature here, but according to the city limit sign there are 2415 people living here and they’re all in need of help.
Originally the plan was to stay in an old abandoned Wal-Mart building. When we opened the doors we were assaulted by the smell of mold, mildew and rot. Rats scurried across the floor and the walls were visibly molded even in the dark. The First Sergeant worked hard at finding us a better place to stay.
There’s no municipal power here, too many lines are down. We have generators and so do a few other places in town. There is no AC or hot water. We’re sleeping in a high school gymnasium and showering in their locker room. There are these little black bugs flying around all over the place - they don’t bite or sting and they usually stay outdoors, but they’re still annoying. It’s hot and sweaty but it could be a whole lot worse.
Day 7
Finally, after a week away from home, we have something to do!
We have people answering the phone in the emergency operations headquarters. Some of our men are manning the generator that’s powering that building. We’re manning two different food distribution points in the area, passing out packaged food and bottled water to the locals. These people are very happy to see us and very thankful for the supplies.
Day 8
More of the same.
Across the football field is another gymnasium. Apparently they had some evacuees staying there for a while, we were told to go get whatever equipment was available there that we could use as the evacuees had all been taken elsewhere. I’m amazed at how people tear abuse the things that are given to them.
We were told not to go alone to this building, as it had been vandalized multiple times and there was no telling who might be in there. We were also told to carry weapons for the same reason. I walked around with a flashlight searching for some essentials - cots, cleaning supplies, a plunger for the toilet that keeps stopping up, etc. I found all of those things but I also found evidence of some real disrespect to the facility and the people providing it.
Several places were spray-painted with people’s names in big black letters. Despite all of the toilets that functioned perfectly well, I counted at least five piles of human feces in various places. Some were hidden around the corner in the locker room (someone had broken the door down to get in), some were in the urinals in the men’s room, some were on the floor in the shower in the ladies’. That’s just really absurd.
Despite the available dumpsters just a short walk out the door the trash cans were overflowing with food which had since spoiled in the heat and smelled terrible. Mirrors were cracked, Coke machines broken into, doors and locks shattered. Why do people do this?
I realize that boredom can make people go crazy, but that’s just ridiculous. I’ve got to say that’s really absurd.
I do have to say that the local authorities have that in check now. We have not seen any unauthorized activity over there since we’ve been here.
Day 9
So that brings me to today.
After borrowing a phone to call home last night, I decided I really needed a phone. I need that connection to my wife. There’s no Sprint store or Radio Shack in town, and the local cellphone shop is still boarded up. I couldn’t think of anything else to do but try my phone (yes, the one that was washed). Maybe after this many days it’s dried out.
I laid hands on the phone and prayed over it. I considered anointing it with oil but decided that would be a bit much. I plugged it in, and it looked okay! There’s not much signal inside this big metal building so I tried to take it outside, but there was not enough charge. I left it sitting for a while.
After a few hours I picked it back up, said a prayer and took it outside. I tried calling customer service and it connected! Praise Jesus!
I now have an activated, fully functional phone, with all of my information from my last sync to my laptop restored. I’ve got to write a letter to Palm and let them know about this. For anyone who’s thinking about buying a Treo I’ve got say this is greatness that it still works after a spin cycle. I’m using the internet connection through the phone to post this message. The screen looks a little funny but it still works.
At one point I pulled my phone out of my pocket and the screen was yellow. It wouldn’t respond to anything. There was a definite pucker factor from that, but after a soft reset it’s working again. If that’s the only long-term damage I’ll be very happy.
So that’s where I stand.
There have been some rumors about possibly relocating in the near future. Apparently the local county folks want us to stay, but some other folks want us to go help them. It’s politics all the way and we’ll see how it turns out. For the moment I’m quite happy sitting here next to the fan and waiting for my next assignment. I don’t know when I’ll be going home but I’m certainly looking forward to it - I want to see my wife again.
I’ve got to add some thank-yous in here:
Thanks to my wife for taking care of everything while I’m gone. You’re doing a great job. I’ll be home soon.
Thanks to Mike Chamberlin, my newest employee - after only a week of training, he’s taken on all kinds of responsibilities in my absence.
To my lifegroup and my church, for keeping me in their prayers. It helps more than you know.
A few choice quotes from our trip:
“It’s like the Beverley Hillbillies go to war!”
-Describing our overloaded truck
“In a small town with no electricity, it’s damn dark!”
-Our first night here
I guess that’s about it for now, I’m signing off.