Tuesday, November 21, 2006

[Imitating Marcus] "What 'n' da' heezy?!"

I don't get this.

I go into my first fencing tournament and I'm not shaken at all. I'm focused, prepared, and sure of myself. I should be nerve-wracked, but I'm not. I walk out of the tournament with an 8-2 record.

Then the next day, I'm entirely in charge of a rescue/escort mission. I feel a little unsure of myself, but I stand with my plan and I trust my squad leaders. I feel confident in my command ability and I know I'm flexible enough to adjust to the constant changes on the field. So I dish out the orders, and when it's over, my platoon takes minimal casualties (3-4 wounded, 0 dead), the entire opposition is more or less wiped out, and we successfully locate, rescue, and lead our guys to the extraction point.

I'm graduating soon, and I've got two good post-grad plans and I'm not really upset about them. They can both work out for the best, and I can adjust both on-the-fly. All I have to do is complete two sculptures and I'm on my way. It's a matter of time management and discipline.

I went to my first big airsoft operation at Desert Vanguard and I wasn't the least bit nervous, even when I was leading my element on a new field against unfamiliar opposition. My primary weapon went down and I didn't freak one bit. I lost track of two element members and I wasn't phased. Had my first CQB/urban combat encounter and I wasn't too nervous.


But for this particular matter, I'm more or less discombobulated.