James Mackler

Army Aviator

Well, I graduated today. The ceremony took about 45 minutes. My Dad pinned my shiny new silver wings on my chest. (My Mom pinned on Warrant Officer rank back in March of last year). I am proud of the accomplishment and ready to move on to the next stage of my Army career. Needless to say, I am also a little bit anxious about the next stage of my journey in the "real" Army. I will continue to keep you all up to date.

Aviation Field Exercise

I returned yesterday from my first aviation field exercise. We were in the woods from Tuesday morning until Friday. This was the last training exercise of my flight school career. I will turn in my gear next week and graduate.

The aviation community is replete with stories about how cushy field exercises can be, especially compared to those experienced by soliders in the infantry and other branches. I had heard tales of Chinook pilots wheeling refrigerators out of the back of their helicopters to plug into the ever present generator. Coolers of steak and soda, tables, chairs, and barbeque grills were all common items seen when aviators were in the field. After all, pilots are limited by what we can carry in our helicopters, not by what we can carry on our backs.

The stories appear to be true. The intent of the field exercise was for us to plan missions in a field environment and then fly them in the AVCATT simulator. This, however, did not take up most or even the majority of the time for most of the students. Those without leadership roles, in particular, had a lot of free time. We all spent a lot of time in our 30 person tent sitting on our cots or in chairs, playing cards, listening to music, eating junk food, telling stories, and generally acting like high school kids at a sleep over party. We even ordered pizza to be delivered to the tents one night and then burned to boxes to keep our instructor from learning our dirty little secret when he came to check on us in the morning.

It was not all fun and games, however. Despite my best efforts I wound up with a leadership role. I was the flight lead for the third mission. The Air Mission Commander chose me because I am a flight school XXI student and had more experience in the aircraft than a lot of ther other students. Though I did not want the job it appears that the army has some rules about Warrant Officers doing what they are told to do by more senior officers. Go figure.

Back in the Air (Sort of)

I got to fly again today (sort of). We have been planning a multi-ship mission all week with the intent to fly it in a sophisticated multi-person simulator called the AVCATT. We had a practice flight today.

The AVCATT consists of two trailers. Within the trailers are six rooms, each of which simulates a cockpit. There is also a conrol room where the Battle Master Commander (BMC) can control every aspect of the mission environment. He can add enemy or friendly forces, change the weather, bring in artillery, or create aircraft malfuntions. It makes for an experience very much like a really cool video game.

I was the pilot in charge of my aircraft because I was paired up with a Luitenant who had never flown a Blackhawk at all. Compared to her, therefore, I was a veteran. It was fun to try and teach her a little bit about the hawk while flying the mission. We brought a load to troops to the LZ, returned to base, picked up HumVees on sling loads, and then brought them back to the troops we had dropped off.

We did not have to worry about enemy activity today since we were just practicing. Tomorrow will be more challenging.

9 mm

We had our 9 mm qualification today. It was a really cold day to be out on the range so, by the time I got to shoot I was shivering pretty hard. The army issues 9 mm Barettas to officers, referred to in military parlance as the M-9.

The range consists of pop-up targets at various distances. They are pretty close because the M-9 is definately a close range weapon. My first attempt did not go well but I believe there was something wrong with the targets. I knew that I was hitting some of them but they were not going down.

Range control told me that I failed to qualify and had to go again. This was frustrating because I was getting cold and it seemed like it should have been easy. It made it worse when the Sergeant in charge of the range began to talk to me like a slow child, explaining how to aim the gun.

Luckily I redeemed myself. I shot at different targets and they all seemed to be working properly. I scored "expert", the highest possible and better than just about everyone else. No pop-up target is safe with me around.

Take care,

Not So Fast

Well, I just found out today that I have been assigned an "add-on school" here at fort rucker. I will be in an "Aircraft Life Support Equipment" (ALSE) class for five weeks beginning February 27th. It is not uncommon for graduating students to get these classes. It enables us to get to our new unit with additional skills, beyond flying.

I am bummed that I going to be spending an extra 5 weeks in Alabama but, as usual, I have little choice.

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