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Robert Miller
Age 20
Height 5'11"
Description: Lean with mild build. Short cut dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Smooth, flat facial cheeks. Clean shaven. No tattoos or piercings. Not married, no kids.
Feels strange. Went to Basic later than most. I wanted to get an AA degree first so that I had a leg up over most people. Got that, but it didn't matter in the long run. Still came out of Basic as a PFC and went to my first duty station at Fort Hood, Texas. Despite the sprawling base having so many people, there wasn't a whole lot to do. My unit was a transportation unit. We have 5-ton trucks that were so unreliable that one of our sergeants joked that he would carry his sidearm with him into the field just so he could shoot the truck if it broke down, like a cavalryman putting down his wounded horse. Wasn't surprised. These trucks were from the 80s. This wasn't how I expected the Army to be. The recruiters lied to me. They promised it would be parties, promotions, women, and adventure. All I got so far was sunburns.
So, one day, this captain comes by the unit with a bunch of pamphlets about this new unit being formed over in Kansas. He says it's an experimental unit that was being slated to go to Iraq. He didn't give much, other than; if someone applied for the transfer they would be part of something new. Well, I took it as something that would get me out of this funk. I signed up. I think I was the first.
Next thing you know, I'm on a bus going to Kansas. Everything in the world that I owned is in two duffel bags. Looking around the old school bus, there are only a dozen of us, all males, all from different units. No one was talking to each other the whole trip. When I arrive, we disembark and get ushered into a hanger.
Age 20
Height 5'11"
Description: Lean with mild build. Short cut dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Smooth, flat facial cheeks. Clean shaven. No tattoos or piercings. Not married, no kids.
Feels strange. Went to Basic later than most. I wanted to get an AA degree first so that I had a leg up over most people. Got that, but it didn't matter in the long run. Still came out of Basic as a PFC and went to my first duty station at Fort Hood, Texas. Despite the sprawling base having so many people, there wasn't a whole lot to do. My unit was a transportation unit. We have 5-ton trucks that were so unreliable that one of our sergeants joked that he would carry his sidearm with him into the field just so he could shoot the truck if it broke down, like a cavalryman putting down his wounded horse. Wasn't surprised. These trucks were from the 80s. This wasn't how I expected the Army to be. The recruiters lied to me. They promised it would be parties, promotions, women, and adventure. All I got so far was sunburns.
So, one day, this captain comes by the unit with a bunch of pamphlets about this new unit being formed over in Kansas. He says it's an experimental unit that was being slated to go to Iraq. He didn't give much, other than; if someone applied for the transfer they would be part of something new. Well, I took it as something that would get me out of this funk. I signed up. I think I was the first.
Next thing you know, I'm on a bus going to Kansas. Everything in the world that I owned is in two duffel bags. Looking around the old school bus, there are only a dozen of us, all males, all from different units. No one was talking to each other the whole trip. When I arrive, we disembark and get ushered into a hanger.
