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Teamwork.

One of the appeals of military service, especially in the combat arms, is the sense of team that develops when you train, work, and fight together and do so cohesively, with an absolute trust in your buddies.

As an aside, one of the reasons the services are one of the few places left that get all knotted up about adultery is that little corrodes trust and confidence more swiftly than the knowledge that your buddy, your boss, or your subordinate is banging your spouse. Doesn't mean we don't get stupid about it, nor that it is handled consistently - but that's one reason that article is in the UCMJ.

There is also the issue of trust between units and services, where you trust other guys and gals to be there when they are supposed to be and do what they are supposed to do.

Being true to that ideal is why, albeit late, LTC Bruce Crandall was awarded a Medal of Honor. Being true to that ideal is why people kept pushing the Medal, for that matter.

Take these guys for example.

CH-53 extracts Recon team on ladder with Cobra gunship support.

Yep. All those little blobs dangling from that helo are people.

There's a lot of trust being displayed there. That the aviators would show up (they almost always do, and if they don't, it's usually because they're in a smoking crater somewhere), the discipline and trust that allowed the team members, under pressure, to get up that ladder - and trusting that they'd do it fast enough that everybody would get on before the baddies got too close. And that the pilots would do everything they could to get 'em home, *usually* without dragging the guy on the bottom through too many treetops (been there, done that). And also, that the pilots of the CH53 would, if they had an aircraft failure - do their best to get the aircraft to the ground in such a way as to give the guys on the ladder a fighting chance. Having been one of those guys on the ladder, even in peacetime when no one is shooting at you and the weather is pretty good, it's an exercise in trust.

Then, well, sometimes trust fails. The guy doesn't back you up. He's not there when you need him.

And when that happens, sometimes you just have to hold the guy accountable.

Like the Duke of Somerset at the Battle of Tewkesbury, the subject of today's Motivator.

Teamwork - it's not just a slogan.

Teamwork. It's not just a slogan.

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Love the poster. Where can I buy one?
 
*shudders at thought of being one of the guys on the ladder* Of course, I'm not so sure that staying on the ground is such a good alternative either. *shudders again for effect*
 
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Of course, I'm not so sure that staying on the ground is such a good alternative either. *grinnn* Only reason to leave the woods on a ladder or a McGuire rig (aka Dope on a Rope) is because remaining on the ground is *not* an option, Zoomie-Sib. And when you didn't have a rope, you hoped the hole they were in was at least 50 feet in diameter, cuz Hubert's rotor disk is 48 feet across. I went into a hole that wasn't 48-feet wide to start with, but sure was after I got to ground level. The rotor tips shredding the branches sounded exactly like heavy weapons fire and needlessly upset the guys on the ground. They got needfully upset when the real things opened up on us on the way out, though...
 
Hey......SPIE rigging is a LOT of fun.....especially when you're the one at the top of the stick......and they tell you NOT to pull your arms in.....and you do anyways, causing the other gentlemen further down the stick to swing around and around in circles uncontrollably while laughing your head off.....
 
laughing your head off... until we land and I ralph whatever is left in my stomach on whatever part of you I can reach... Probably with my buddies holding you down. 8^ )
 
Probably with my buddies holding you down. Ahh, more teamwork ... *grin*
 
Had a situation once while supporting the Seals out of Seafloat. I dropped them off in a village and climbed to a safe altitude to await the completion of their mission and extraction. All hell broke loose and the Team had to Didi most riki tik. They gave me an azimuth and distance and I circled the area to await their arrival. The spot they picked was on the edge of the U Minh and while not triple canopy, it was very dense and at least 100ft high. I told the Seals to use their grenades and whatever explosives they carried to blow a hover hole. They made the biggest hole they could and I began my descent, only to hear my crew chief moaning about the size of the hole and the damage that I was about to inflict on his rotor blades. The Team had fought a running battle for 4 kliks and I made the call that a damaged rotor blade or 2 was a price worth paying. You can imagine my surprise when 5 burly Seals dumped 3 very pregnant women into the Huey, climbed aboard and announced, "Home James". We got out of there and we were rewarded with a meal only available at a Navy installation.
 
V29 - The visual from that story is daunting. Yowza! Just makes me very glad for the Nth time that you and Bill could pull off these maneuvers and come home to tell the tale. Very glad, indeed :-)
 
First on and last off, eh John?