The Pony Express
Task- A Co. 2-8 CAV is to Conduct Platoon Tactical Training, From MAR 6 to MAR 10. Purpose- To prepare Platoons for future Combat Operations.
Timeline-
Day one,
Bradley Tactical movement to AA (Assembly Area) in TA 50. Dismounts take Prone Fighting positions around AA. Set up Range cards, eat chow. Check Equipment and Secure sleeping area. MILES zero in the dark.
Day two,
Stand to in Positions til Dawn. Equip checks, and Safety brief. Roll out for first Mission. PCC/PCI. Rehearsals, and More MILES zero. Day mission. Night Mission.
Day Three,
Same as above, But no more walk throughs. Lock and load. Two Day missions One night, I'm Made a Bradley Gunner for my Platoon Sergeant. Night mission goes to hell when are SAW Gunner fails to do his job, and SGT Boney and I are forceds to engage 240 Nest with M16 and M4. With luck we over come it.
Day Four,
My Grand return to the ground, to cut some brush, Are SAW Gunner Hall, Still fails to pick up and do his job. I then request to Take his Position on the SAW, my request easily granted and I finish out the Night mission with the SAW taking out the .50 CAL position and Several OPs.
Day Five,
AAR's, Equipment checks. 3rd PLT (My Platoon) Has a lil mosh pit Exp. I put people in arm bars and Chokes, throwing a few into a bush. We take Brads to Washrack and clean them off. Clean weapons for hours, Batt Formation in Motor pool. Someone loses NVG and Company is held til 7:30 PM and they are found.
A loose time line of my lil field Exp. We leave in another Week for a Month in the field. I like being a SAW Gunner. There is a lil bit of a ring to it. I told My Squad leader I'd take it and he loved the idea. 1st Squads squad leader is trying to get me into his squad. But they say if I leave 2nd Squad is fucked. I gots the fire power and I love to use it. I also got to gun on a Brad That was bad ass 25mm Cannon at my disposal, and a 7.62 COAX as well. The SAW entered service the same year I was born. http://www.army.mil/fact_files_site/m-249_saw/
I'm loving it. Just trying to Keep all my heart into this. And fight for better position every day. Maybe even the PLT Armor Guy. Be kinda fun. I love weapons, especially my new SAW.
FOR Those of you who want to Know what I 'am All about-
FORT MINOR LYRICS
Remember The Name
You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
Timeline-
Day one,
Bradley Tactical movement to AA (Assembly Area) in TA 50. Dismounts take Prone Fighting positions around AA. Set up Range cards, eat chow. Check Equipment and Secure sleeping area. MILES zero in the dark.
Day two,
Stand to in Positions til Dawn. Equip checks, and Safety brief. Roll out for first Mission. PCC/PCI. Rehearsals, and More MILES zero. Day mission. Night Mission.
Day Three,
Same as above, But no more walk throughs. Lock and load. Two Day missions One night, I'm Made a Bradley Gunner for my Platoon Sergeant. Night mission goes to hell when are SAW Gunner fails to do his job, and SGT Boney and I are forceds to engage 240 Nest with M16 and M4. With luck we over come it.
Day Four,
My Grand return to the ground, to cut some brush, Are SAW Gunner Hall, Still fails to pick up and do his job. I then request to Take his Position on the SAW, my request easily granted and I finish out the Night mission with the SAW taking out the .50 CAL position and Several OPs.
Day Five,
AAR's, Equipment checks. 3rd PLT (My Platoon) Has a lil mosh pit Exp. I put people in arm bars and Chokes, throwing a few into a bush. We take Brads to Washrack and clean them off. Clean weapons for hours, Batt Formation in Motor pool. Someone loses NVG and Company is held til 7:30 PM and they are found.
A loose time line of my lil field Exp. We leave in another Week for a Month in the field. I like being a SAW Gunner. There is a lil bit of a ring to it. I told My Squad leader I'd take it and he loved the idea. 1st Squads squad leader is trying to get me into his squad. But they say if I leave 2nd Squad is fucked. I gots the fire power and I love to use it. I also got to gun on a Brad That was bad ass 25mm Cannon at my disposal, and a 7.62 COAX as well. The SAW entered service the same year I was born. http://www.army.mil/fact_files_site/m-249_saw/
I'm loving it. Just trying to Keep all my heart into this. And fight for better position every day. Maybe even the PLT Armor Guy. Be kinda fun. I love weapons, especially my new SAW.
FOR Those of you who want to Know what I 'am All about-
FORT MINOR LYRICS
Remember The Name
You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!