It's 7am and I'm writing this from home. It's rare that I write something on the fly, especially here... I'm trying to keep some skills that I am week in and I try out new techniques and styles in order to expand my skill set as a writer of whatever skill I may have or lack.
I woke up on Friday at a later six am. I didn't sleep until 1am and I was woken up at 4am leaving me with 3 hours of bliss before I returned to my second job. I worked hard and in the cold all day until 6pm when I napped for another hour and the rose once more to work. When 1am came around yesterday I finally got a full four hours of sleep. I napped a bit on the bus back to Ottawa 40 mins or so... but I got my real rest at home at around 7pm when I pass out.
Today I woke up at 6am with Lady Bear, I took today off knowing I'd be without much rest due to the weekend of work. I drove her to work before I came home and finished off the second episode of House of Cards, season three.
It's now 0706 hours 2 March 2015 -
This weekend I was training at Garrison Petawawa with a small unit of troops from 33 Signals Regiment to complete the field exercise portion of a Winter Warefare Indoctrination course. I was in charge of leading 6 troops who had complete the practical and theoretical portions of the training (which I taught) and with my second in command (2IC) we led them around the training area to meet the performance objectives of the training plan.
This is the first time I've admitted to being in the army in full plain english on this blog. I'm a member of the primary reserves since 1999. I currently hold the rank of Sergeant and I'm a Radio Operator by trade. The trade has changed names it changed from RadOp to Signals Operator (aka SigOP) and recently we go by the name Army Communications Information Systems Specialist, ACISS Op. I still call myself a Rad Op... its stuck with me.
My father was a Land Signals Officer for 21 years - weeks shy of his 22 year. The trade used to be called CELE Land, I forget the abbreviation but he had a great carrier. My brother joined the army as a Sig Op - seems the Communications and Electronics Branch, now renamed to be more similar to it's previous convention of the Royal Canadian Signals Corps (aka RC Sigs), runs in the family.
By the by we're now called the Royal Corps of Canadian Signals - RCCS.
I worked all day at my primary job before I came home and packed for two hours on Friday. I then made it into work and with the hours I've already gone into detail above did a shit load of hard labour.
It was hard and sometimes not as rewarding as it could have been but it was good work. I now can trust those six members to be able to operate in the winter that tends to take over my country for 6 months of the year.
It's 7:26 and the kettle is making noises, water is ready to be used for my green tea and Lady Bear has interrupted the flow of writing with some chatter on the google Chat. She's sent me a video of ball soccer tellim a few of the folks are gona play this game of variation come April 12th. I'm not sure that I want to and right now in my current state of body and mind - I sure as hell don't want to. But I can see myself pushing through folks as a defenseman or making holes so someone else can score.
I'm tired, I've worked hard and it's for a reason. Come the next Ice Storm (Ottawa 1998) when inclement weather shows up I know that I'll be ready to work if we get called in. I've been training troops since 2004 and I love that aspect of the job almost as much as leading a section of eight troops across a field in a section attack. Next time I'd like to not do it in waist high snow at minus something silly - but winter is an aspect that Canadians have to deal with. I work part time with the reserves but I've served full time with some of the most skilled soldiers in the world for a total of almost 9 years of full time service (365 days, 24/7) under the belt.
I will never go into many details, this blog is not about my time as a member of the Canadian Armed Forces. It's a writing experiment and this time I was writing on what I did last weekend. I led a team carrying 60+ lbs of gear, who also pulled a toboggan - that weighs almost two people (300 lbs) up and down hills and across snow filled rolling hills. We sleep in 10 man tents and ate IMP, Individual Meal Packages, aka Rations... and did RECCEs, that's scouting out a location. We worked in -29 weather at the worst. We came home smelling like an unwashed human who sweated through plenty of clothing, weapon cleaning solution, and firearm discharges.
What did you do on the weekend?
It's 7:40 - I'm gona chillax and finally pour that cup of tea I wanted.