Ostatnich gryzą psy / Zatoka / Camp Pozzi (pakiet)

ahead of Marine landings. It was a time of countless combat missions and patrols, and it was there that he first encountered an enemy face-to-face. Later in his career, he secured the landing of Apollo 12. He volunteered for the task, which definitely wasnt easy -- after the mission, he was just as exhausted as the astronauts returning from the Moon. This is how he became the first SEAL to meet the Apollo crew; his name appeared on TV. When Pozzi, at 54, wanted to enlist for the first Gulf War in 1990, the Medical Board rejected him as being "too old, too fat, and too dumb." Being a keen expert, he ended up going to Iraq regardless, and later, in 2003, he greeted us in Baghdad. At that point, nobody reproached him because of his age, or his belly for that matter. Pozzi was the mastermind behind our base setup. He built the entire infrastructure from scratch, took care of our supplies -- and, most importantly, he knew everything about our vehicles. He was also a generous man, raising money among the soldiers for a Catholic orphanage in Baghdad. Yet he remained a warrior until the very last days of his service, occasionally taking part in combat operations. The guy just loved to fight throughout his whole military career. No wonder our base was known as Camp Pozzi. Camp Jenny Pozzi, to be precise. Pozzis daughter was in the military too. He decided that instead of having the base named after him, he would rather honor her as a soldier. Thus, we called it Camp Jenny Pozzi. 1 PX, Post Exchange, base exchange -- a type of retail store found on United States military installations worldwide. Originally akin to trading posts, they now resemble contemporary department stores or strip malls. 2. The Medical Board "Naval!" one of our combat section commanders, Robson, called me over as I was climbing the stairs to the department on my first day back at the unit after returning from the Persian Gulf. I had spent the last few weeks on mandatory leave, undergoing medical tests required upon our every return from a so-called mission abroad. Meanwhile, Robson got the order to form another component, which was to relieve some of the guys operating in Iraq and reinforce those staying. Without beating around the bush, he asked if Id be willing to go to war under his command. Most of my section was in Iraq at the time, and I had just returned from the waters of the Persian Gulf; when you get right down to it, I could stay -- but the most recent political decisions regarding the GROM meant that there were just enough of us at home to barely fill a roster for another round. Robson made it clear to me in a few words. "Sure, man, of course Ill go" was the only answer I could give. Our component was to be made up of three regular sections plus support from the guys in logistics, communications, and a few in operations. One section was to come from squadron "A"; another two were to be formed by the Maritime Element. I was overjoyed -- it meant that guys who had just come back from the Gulf with me would be going as well. Robson said the experience we gained during our MIOs[2] would count for a lot during the preparation period. Before we could start intensive training though, we had to take care of the mundane details of military life, collecting all the various defense department papers a soldier needs to be let off to war. The word "mission" surely doesnt reflect what we did on the waters of the Persian Gulf -- or what we were about to be doing in Iraq. Nowadays, the word "mission" is usually used to describe peacekeeping operations organized by the United Nations (I was on one of these in Lebanon). After the Persian Gulf, I know that our work there is not the same thing as a UN mission. Well -- its all the same to us what they call it; for politicians and journalists, I guess, its a somewhat softer description of the truth of war. As for the paperwork, let me let you in on who truly has the final say in whether or not you make it in army life. Nowadays, everyone who wants to be a soldier and go to war during their service has to be healthy as a horse. In the past, military service was compulsory for everyone -- as long as the basic medical tests didnt show anything that would disqualify them. Now its doctors that are the masters of service and war -- specifically, the Military Medical Board. In my personal archive, the biggest pile of paper comes from the Board in Warsaw. I have a bunch of different health certificates and statements of fitness for service, depending on what regulations were in force at a given time. It never occurred to the MON[3] machine that a soldier might be deployed to operations abroad more than once, not to mention many times at short intervals. Each and every time, before you go anywhere, you have to appear before the Board and get a full range of medical tests. Regardless of the fact that every soldier -- like any other employee -- undergoes mandatory annual check-ups, you will be tested in detail. You have to be fit as a fiddle to go off to war. Of course, vaccination is supposed to help keep you healthy -- OK, I understand that; what Im driving at, though, is that the whole medical system is poised and ready to test soldier after soldier almost at the drop of a hat. Here you dont have to sign up and wait your turn for months -- but its completely different if youre sick, or, even worse, wounded, as we saw by Strażaks example; more on that later. Why am I writing about this? Because the amount of time spent by a countless number of soldiers, including myself, sitting or standing by the door to some specialists office is certainly noteworthy. These specialists could use their time to see people who really need help -- and the healthy military, instead of sitting around in clinics, could be undergoing training, and learning useful skills relevant to their work. Every soldier must be examined thoroughly: blood, urine, hearing, eyesight, heart, head, bone, skin -- and a few x-rays on top of that. You must be fit like an eighteen-year-old recruit. So you stand in a winding line of perfectly healthy guys waiting to visit the internist, the cardiologist, the laryngologist, the dentist, the neurologist, the dermatologist, the ophthalmologist, the psychologist, the After returning home, you go right back to those same lines to get tested for any injuries sustained during the mission (that much, at least, makes sense). Im not complaining about the check-ups -- but consider this: I come back from a mission at the start of the year, so I get a full round of tests. Im a combat diver, so I go to the Navy Medical Board in Gdynia, hoping they rule that Im still fit for the job. The tests are nearly identical to those I had a month earlier after my return from the Gulf, but the doctors in Gdynia dont accept the results from Warsaw. I only succeed in persuading them not to x-ray my chest since I have such a nice photo of my lungs from a month ago. I come back to Warsaw only to get a letter calling me to appear before the Military Medical Board if I want to qualify for another round abroad. Its not the same institution that examined me upon my return -- so the whole process is set in motion all over again. Had I come back from the mission before the end of the year, I would have had a fourth set of tests. Of course, in the meantime, I have undergone regular check-ups, because our HR department records need to be kept up to date as well. For some unknown reason, no one seems concerned by the fact that Im about to start glowing in the dark from all the x-rays; that, instead of training, I spend four weeks every year standing around in queues at healthcare institutions. Medical boards have their own regulations, and if you depart too much from their definition of healthy, they may decide you cant go to war since youve lost one tooth too many or have a crooked nose. Yet, as soon as you get back, theyll try their damndest to prove youre the picture of health, just to avoid having to spend a dime or two on your rehabilitation. During medical tests, we did what we could to try and simplify things. Doctors are people too, so sometimes we managed to get inside in groups of two or three and get the stamps to confirm our fitness for duty, earning the gratitude of all the actually sick people waiting in line. Sometimes it took creativity to demonstrate that we were fine and fit -- whoever had better eyesight would go to the eye doctor, while those with better hearing waited in line for the laryngologist. One day in Gdynia, a nurse asked for my friends last name to enter it in the patient record, and the only answer she got was "uhhhhh," followed by the creak of the door shutting behind him. "So nervous he forgot his own name," she must have End of this sample Enjoyed the preview? Buy full version 2 MIO - Maritime Interdiction Operations - naval operations aimed at delaying, destroying, or disrupting enemy forces or supplies on their way to the battle area. 3 Ministerstwo Obrony Narodowej (MON) - Ministry of National Defense, Poland.