It was another fine day at Fort Benning, and we were standing around waiting for Muster formation. After morning roll call, Sergeant First Class (SFC) Jones said, “I need five…
I had learned that volunteering at Fort Benning was not a wise move to make. I had learned that showing up early or too late for muster formation could make…
I previously posted about riding with some bikers while I was stationed at Fort Benning. If you’ve read a few of my posts, you might have read that one. I…
One thing that I always learned to expect during my first tour of duty at Fort Benning was surprise. Gotcha. You thought I was going to say ‘change.’ Change was…
I previously posted about going to the field in the rain in November at Fort Benning. In that post, I also talked about the seemingly endless supply of ammo we…
It was November at Fort Benning and that usually generally always meant rain. And we were in luck, it was raining. And you know what that means, right? Raining means…
Previously, I briefly mentioned that one of my roommates in the barracks at Fort Benning was a cook in the mess hall. He cooked the deer meat I brought home…
I previously posted about riding with some bikers while I was stationed at Fort Benning. If you’ve read a few of my posts, you might have read that one. Anyway,…
One day the platoon sergeant, SFC Jones, called my name in formation and asked me to stick around after formation. A couple of my buddies elbowed me and said, “Okay,…
It was a hot, sunny day at Fort Benning, and that generally always meant that it was also extremely humid. I was performing my semi-regular duty as the driver for…