Challenges of Command (Part 2)

Over the past week I've dealt with many more of the challenges of command than what I described in my last blog entry (the recent sequence of events even began in the brigade commanders office described in that entry).

Due to the sensitivity of its nature I won't elaborate.

I'm very grateful for the faith, prayers, and even fasting that my family did in my behalf over the past week.  While I still have another week to go, I really felt their and my Heavenly Father's love and support.

Thanks family!

Love,

Jim

Challenges of Command

Standing at attention shortly before an Article 15 appellate hearing, the brigade commander slowly inspected every member of the chain of command with his impenetrable gaze.  His eys went from left to right sweeping over the platoon sergeant, company first sergeant, myself, battalion command sergeant major, and battalion commander. 

Then his eyes came back to me.

During a three week period in September I served as the commander for our battalion's Headquarters and Headquarters Company (HHC).  My lot came to me due to my position as the company's executive officer (XO).  Despite the four months I had already served in that capacity, I was not quite prepared for what lay ahead. 

With his eyes back on me the brigade commander (whom I had only seen once before) asked who I was?

"2LT Rhoden, sir.  I'm the company XO and I'm serving as the acting commander while the CO (company commander) is on R&R."

He replied, "You're the commander then"

"Yes sir" was my response.

Then with the rapidity of machine gun fire he shot off a numer of questions in quick succession:

"How long have you been the XO?"

"What was your job before that?"

"What is your branch?"

"How did you gain your commission?"

"Where did you go to school?"

"What did you study?"

Just as nervous as the Soldier standing outside the brigade commander's office whose actions caused this meeting, I replied equally fast:

"Five months"

"This was my first job with the unit.  I arrived to the unit in late April."

"Transportation"

"ROTC"

"Brigham Young University"

"History" 

His only response "AIRBORNE!"

It begins . . .

Standing in formation outside of our battalion offices at Fort Richardson, Alaska I felt very relieved.  I did it!  I managed to wrap up everything before leaving the country for a year!  While I blew a sigh of relief, I still had no idea what lay ahead of me. 

As the battalion commander and command sergeant major spoke to our formation I noticed the family members of the deploying troops standing in the background.  Final good byes had already been said and they were listening intently, dreading the moment when we would load up on the buses that would take us to the nearby air force base.  The irony struck me.  While I couldn't wait to board the plane, many others were dreading this moment! 

May 2010 was a very busy month for me.  Over the course of 5 weeks I had driven 4 thousand miles across the North American continent to Alaska, located an apartment, moved my belongings into the said apartment, found out that I would deploy to Afghanistan, frantically completely all of the Army prerequistes to deploy in a fraction of the time others receive, learned how to navigate through Anchorage, packed up my belongings, moved out of an apartment, put my car in storage, and completed many other odds and ends associated with leaving the country for a year.  I completed all of this alone!  More than half of those tasks were accomplished during the weekend before I left including giving a talk at church.  No wonder I was so happy to deploy! 

As our plane took off from Elmendorf Air Force Base I saw the beautiful snow capped mountains surrounding Anchorage.  I thought what it might be like when I return.  What will the next year have in store for me?  What will I learn?  Will it ever slow down?  How will I change? 

After nearly eight months of deployment I'm still receiving answeres to those questions. 

Vignettes from the Past

To help compensate for the many experiences I had enroute to and in Afghanistan before I started blogging, I'm going to start writing vignettes from the past.  Enjoy!

Celebrating the Birth of Christ in a Muslim Land

There wasn't any snow, reindeer, Christmas trees, or family.  And there definitely wasn't any mistletoe (although due to recently enacted legislation that might change!)  These are all the things that I associate with the Christmas season.  Indeed, if it weren't for the Christmas hymns we have sung at church over the past few weeks I may have missed it altogether.  This December didn't feel like Christmas!

Especially during my mission; I knew it was the Christmas season!  The Swiss cities of Basel and Bern (where I spent each Christmas) had something special about them.  In the center of each city stood a large decorated Christmas tree. When members and missionaries sang beautiful German Christmas carols passersby were more receptive to our message.  The spirit of Christ filled secular European cities and everyone knew that Christmas was around the corner.

Christmas in Afghanistan has been much different than my prior Christmases oversees (as should be expected).  While conducting convoys throughout the countryside I noticed no decorations, Christmas carols, or trees.  Even within the confines of US military bases in Afghanistan there was only a scarce reminder of the holiday season. 

To say there were no decorations would be dishonest.  The dinning facilities, chapels, and even my own office displayed some decorations. 

Still, it didn't feel like Christmas. 

Our company held a Christmas party on December 24th.  It was a fun occasion to eat and socialize with our fellow Soldiers.  Each platoon was responsible for preparing a skit, a picture slide show of its Soldiers, and organizing a secret Santa present exchange.  The entire event went off without a hitch (except for our skit).

The 25th was reserved for personal time.  Other than attending a Soldiers reenlistment (I guess it was her present to the Army) and eating dinner together with all of the officers in the company--I had the rest of the day off.  I spent my time skyping my family and watching episodes of Lost (I know it isn't the typical Christmas TV show, but I'm hooked and didn't have any Christmas movies with me). 

By far the most meaningful portion of Christmas occurred on the 26th.  Instead of having our church Christmas program before Christmas, it was after the holiday so that more Soldiers could attend.  Despite the logistical challenges of planning a Christmas program in a war zone--our branch organized one--with an abbreviated format.  Instead of having numerous choir rehearsals, everything was done on the spot.  Members from the congregation were invited to leave their seats and join the choir.  The chorister had a piece of paper taped to his music stand that listed the order the songs would be sung in and which verses would be sung in unison or in parts.  In between the singing by the choir, scriptures were read, and a piano solo was played. 

For the first time--singing with the choir--I knew it was Christmas!  Everyone missed their family and loved ones.  Everyone would rather have been somewhere other than Afghanistan.  Everyone probably had a hard time feeling like it was Christmas.  However, looking into the stalwart faces of my fellow Saints I was comforted and uplifted.  Singing hymns of Christ's birth bore testimony to me that he really did come to this earth!  He lived and died for all of us.  His atonement is so all-encompassing that it includes American Service Members celebrating His birth as well as Afghan men, women, and children who don't even know of Him.  Spending Christmas with my fellow Saints helped remind me of the true meaning of Christmas.  Christmas isn't about the lights, the tree, or the presents.  It's about God's Son and His gift to each one of us!

Saints at War

Member of the Bagram Afghanistan Military Branch pose for a picture outside the Enduring Faith Chapel.  This picture was taken before I arrived to Afghanistan.

Kyrgyzstan, Canada, Germany, Afghanistan, United States, Sweden, Panama, and Switzerland.  All of these countries have at least two things in common: I've been to each of these places and attended church there!

By far, the greatest support I've received during this deployment and throughout my life comes from my faith in Jesus Christ.  The gospel remains a consistent influence on my life despite the numerous variables clamoring for attention.  I love going to new locations and attending church with different people.  While the cultures and personalities from congregations in Utah, Alaska, Switzerland, or Afghanistan widely differ, the fundamental principles of the gospel remain the same (plus a few idiosyncrasies). 

Shortly after finding out about my deployment last May, I contacted a previous church leader who had served in the district presidency during his deployment to Afghanistan.  He immediately put me into contact with the district president who sent information on the church. Since then, I have done all I can to enjoy as many blessings of the gospel as possible.

On June 27th, 2008 LDS Chaplain Ken Smith read a letter in a Service Member's group meeting from Elder Dennis B. Neuenschwander announcing the creation of the Kabul Afghanistan Military District.  A few weeks later, the newly called district president, Gene Wikle met with General Authorities in Salt Lake City to receive instructions on organizing the newly created district and to get set-apart for his calling.  In conjunction with the creation of the military district, four branches were immediately created (there are now five).  The creation of a military district in Afghanistan made more blessings of the gospel available to LDS Service Members stationed here. 

During my first week in Afghanistan I was able to find out the time and location for LDS Church services on my base.  That first Sunday evening as I walked into the chapel I immediately felt at home.  The room filled with familiar prelude music, green hymnals laid on the seats, and Arnold Friberg pictures of Moroni and Nephi lined the wall.  I definitely came to an LDS meeting!

The Bagram Military Branch has over 170 members including almost 20 Relief Society Sisters.  It is the largest concentration of LDS members in Afghanistan.  To help accommodate the members, the branch holds two separate meetings.  The first begins at 10 am and consists of a 45 minute Sacrament meeting (usually just one speaker) followed by a 45 minute Sunday School or Priesthood/Relief Society lesson (Sunday School and Priesthood/Relief Society are held on alternating weeks).  The evening church service begins at 8 pm and consists of a 45 minute sacrament meeting (usually hosting the same speaker as the earlier meeting).  During the week the branch holds Family Home Evening on Mondays, a Church History Institute class on Wednesdays, and a fireside on Thursdays.  Despite the varied work schedule and occupational hazards members face, the branch still conducts home and visiting teaching and fills callings similar to a large ward back in the states. 

During the two years the Kabul Afghanistan Military District has operated, the membership has doubled from 400 members in 35 locations to over 850 members in 80 locations (although President Obama's troop surge has more to do with this than anything else!)  For me, one of the most meaningful aspects of attending church is the opportunity to associate with others who share my values.  This strength prepares me for both the physical and spiritual hazards associated with being a Saint at war!

A Typical Day at the Office!

Sitting in a Mine Resistant Ambush Protected vehicle (MRAP), wearing body armor, a combat helmet, and eye protection I receive the go-ahead from the battalion for the mission to begin. I immediately get on the radio and inform all convoy elements that it's time to move out. As our vehicle rolls toward the gate, everyone in my vehicle shakes hands with each other (it's our tradition before embarking on any mission). Soon a voice comes on the radio asking for Diamondback 6 (me) to start us off with the good word for the day. I begin my prayer asking for protection while we travel down our route. I ask that the gunners and drivers will remain alert, and that we will not have any maintenance issues en route to our destination. As I conclude the prayer, I hear a chorus of Amens as each vehicle acknowledges receiving the transmission.

This is a combat logistical convoy; and for me, this is a typical day at the office!

As the platoon leader for a convoy security platoon, I serve primarily as the convoy commander whenever our platoon is tasked with pushing supplies on convoys to different bases throughout eastern Afghanistan. My responsibilities include ensuring that all Soldiers and equipment get from point A to B and back to A. I am involved in the operation from the moment we receive the mission, throughout the duration of the mission, and until we arrive back to our home base and the vehicles are refueled and washed clean.

For the past month I've been privileged to work with some of the finest Soldiers and Noncommissioned Officers (NCOs) in the Army. Together we have provided equipment and supplies throughout this remote and war torn country. I cannot claim any credit for the excellent work our Soldiers perform. I can plan the best mission possible; however, if it weren't for their ability to execute flawlessly, we wouldn't have the success we've experienced.

Sometimes while conducting convoy operations I catch a glimpse of what I'm actually doing. I remember the times I played 'Army' back home when I was younger with John and Becky. Or perhaps, I recall the hours and hours spent in ROTC and BOLC training perfecting the operations order and conducting vehicle maintenance. Mostly, however, I'm so engrossed in the task at hand that I fail to grasp what I'm actually doing. I have been charged with the responsibility of leading America's sons and daughters in combat operations in a theater of war. Of all the professional responsibilities one might posses in life; surely this must be one of the greatest.

While I have only been a platoon leader for a month, and have another six months of deployment; I am profoundly grateful for the opportunities I've been given and the Soldiers I have a responsibility to protect and provide for. Surely this is an awesome responsibility and privilege!