Pete
06-09-2005, 06:16
Guys;
I have no wish to hijack a thread in another section of this site some I will post this event here.
Senior Sergeants coming into SF should use the events around this story as a teaching point. I had been in SF over 13 years, 3 1/2 as the team sergeant when this FTX took place.
One of the "Down the hall" teams had a team sergeant, senior SFC, just out of the Q course. The team leader was fairly new also. The team had a mix of team members, but mostly young also.
My team was a SCUBA team and while fairly young in age most had been in SF a number of years.
The battalion was going to run an FTX at Ft Hauchuca. Our team was picked to be the only UW team and the new team sergeant's team was picked to be the FID/Counter UW team running a platoon's worth of conventional guys chasing us. With the Company Commander wearing both hats and having access to the FOB you can see where this is going real quick.
Anyway, in training I like a little stiff compitition. It keeps you on your toes. I went up to the team sergeant and said something along the lines that I could give him some pointers on how we could make the FTX a bit more competitive for both sides. His reply was "If I want any advice from you Sarge, I'll ask for it". The Sarge part was that insulting drawn out one. I just said "HoooOK, see ya at the end of the FTX."
They never touched us during the FTX. We did the training, resupply and missions with ease. Our OPs watched them search our reported base camp locations a number of times but they never found the real one. Now remember, this was in a high desert. Lots of open areas, sand for tracks, limited water and few good hiding places. We were also moving around alot while we were doing our missions. A well run team should have been smoking out our base camp about every four days or so.
The second to last night the team leader got a order in a radio message to report our exact location. The team leader showed it to me and I said go ahead and do it. The message was written, given to the commo guy and he went out to send it. I then told the team leader we had been in one spot too long and we needed to move to a new camp location. The commo guy got back and we moved about 2 Ks. Of course we watched the pre-dawn convoy of trucks running through the desert and up to our old camp.
The last night's operation was a farce. We were givin a house with a small guard detail to hit in a fairly exposed location. Since it was the last night we knew the OPFOR was going to pull out all stops to try and regain a little honor from this mess they were in.
We picked a squad size element to hit the building and put the bulk of our forces in one security position down the road from the building and another larger ambush position further out in the desert on the only road leading into that section of the valley.
As with all training ambushs its location, location, location. The boys knew the trucks would be coming in the dark and they picked a spot where the trucks would be almost at a stop as they rounded a corner. They blocked the road and sat up in the rocks above and waited. Sure as shit the truck rounded the corner and stopped right below the boys. They unloaded with everything they had to include a ton of red smoke. The OPFOR cursed but moved the obstruction and drove on. They got close to our location and dismounted and moved up the road on foot only to get ambushed again by our security force, who chunked more red smoke in addition to everything else. The OPFOR ignored the ambush and was now hot footing it up the road to our location and we just moved away from the building and up into the brush. We could see the red smoke powder drifting out of their cloths as they ran by the fires. At the end of all that they only got their hands on our Medic and a couple of the Gs.
The other teams gave the FID team tons of shit for their poor showing and the team sergeant soon moved up and on to some staff position.
Pete
A picture of the UW team is posted in the teamhouse scrap book. There was only six of us but that's all it took.
I have no wish to hijack a thread in another section of this site some I will post this event here.
Senior Sergeants coming into SF should use the events around this story as a teaching point. I had been in SF over 13 years, 3 1/2 as the team sergeant when this FTX took place.
One of the "Down the hall" teams had a team sergeant, senior SFC, just out of the Q course. The team leader was fairly new also. The team had a mix of team members, but mostly young also.
My team was a SCUBA team and while fairly young in age most had been in SF a number of years.
The battalion was going to run an FTX at Ft Hauchuca. Our team was picked to be the only UW team and the new team sergeant's team was picked to be the FID/Counter UW team running a platoon's worth of conventional guys chasing us. With the Company Commander wearing both hats and having access to the FOB you can see where this is going real quick.
Anyway, in training I like a little stiff compitition. It keeps you on your toes. I went up to the team sergeant and said something along the lines that I could give him some pointers on how we could make the FTX a bit more competitive for both sides. His reply was "If I want any advice from you Sarge, I'll ask for it". The Sarge part was that insulting drawn out one. I just said "HoooOK, see ya at the end of the FTX."
They never touched us during the FTX. We did the training, resupply and missions with ease. Our OPs watched them search our reported base camp locations a number of times but they never found the real one. Now remember, this was in a high desert. Lots of open areas, sand for tracks, limited water and few good hiding places. We were also moving around alot while we were doing our missions. A well run team should have been smoking out our base camp about every four days or so.
The second to last night the team leader got a order in a radio message to report our exact location. The team leader showed it to me and I said go ahead and do it. The message was written, given to the commo guy and he went out to send it. I then told the team leader we had been in one spot too long and we needed to move to a new camp location. The commo guy got back and we moved about 2 Ks. Of course we watched the pre-dawn convoy of trucks running through the desert and up to our old camp.
The last night's operation was a farce. We were givin a house with a small guard detail to hit in a fairly exposed location. Since it was the last night we knew the OPFOR was going to pull out all stops to try and regain a little honor from this mess they were in.
We picked a squad size element to hit the building and put the bulk of our forces in one security position down the road from the building and another larger ambush position further out in the desert on the only road leading into that section of the valley.
As with all training ambushs its location, location, location. The boys knew the trucks would be coming in the dark and they picked a spot where the trucks would be almost at a stop as they rounded a corner. They blocked the road and sat up in the rocks above and waited. Sure as shit the truck rounded the corner and stopped right below the boys. They unloaded with everything they had to include a ton of red smoke. The OPFOR cursed but moved the obstruction and drove on. They got close to our location and dismounted and moved up the road on foot only to get ambushed again by our security force, who chunked more red smoke in addition to everything else. The OPFOR ignored the ambush and was now hot footing it up the road to our location and we just moved away from the building and up into the brush. We could see the red smoke powder drifting out of their cloths as they ran by the fires. At the end of all that they only got their hands on our Medic and a couple of the Gs.
The other teams gave the FID team tons of shit for their poor showing and the team sergeant soon moved up and on to some staff position.
Pete
A picture of the UW team is posted in the teamhouse scrap book. There was only six of us but that's all it took.