Broken Masterpieces

August 18, 2005

Duke in Iraq - August 18

Being Short:

There is a military term when someone in a combat environment is close to going home. It is called “being short”. There is an interesting dynamic that many face when they are “short” and I have felt its effects. The risky mission one may have never given a second thought about in the past now becomes a real issue. People may become hyper vigilant or may just become an ineffective member of the team as they seek to protect themselves from any or all perceived threats. We have all seen something similar in sports when someone is ahead in a close match and as they near victory they stop doing what had brought them that far and start to play it safe; they often lose when they get so nervous about losing that they forget to win.

As I am “short” I have thought about this in terms of my own activities. A recent event that I was involved in highlights this point. As a flight surgeon one of our responsibilities is to respond to in-flight emergencies. The other day I responded to a call for a crew chief that had his ring finger almost shot off while inside the plane. An insurgent on the ground was shooting as the plane as it was preparing to land and one of the bullets made it into the fuselage and tore through the soldier’s finger before being stopped by his flak vest. Our ambulance pulled up to the taxiway just as the plane was taxing off the runway. The door flew open and out jumped a soldier holding his hand wrapped with a rag. He marched towards us and it was easy to tell by the way that he was walking that he was mad. As he approached us I could see a green cloth from the first aid kit that was absorbing most of the blood, although there was a trail of the red stuff from the rag to his elbow. As I reached him, he released a litany of expletives about what he wanted to do to the “person” who shot his finger off. As I looked at the hand it was easy to see that one finger was not where it was supposed to be and had a dull purple hue to it. We quickly got him in the ambulance and then to the hospital where he received pain medication and the orthopedic surgeons quickly attended to his hand. The good news is that they were able to save the finger and this soldier was able to walk away after being shot.

So should I avoid flying? That would decrease my risk of someone shooting at me; but also decrease my chance of giving aid to someone on the plane or helicopter. Should I only walk by the large concrete T-barriers that are set up to protect our trailers or maybe spend all of my free time in my trailer with my body armor on? That would decrease my risk of being hit by mortars and rockets, but would limit who I would be able to encourage through recreation and conversation. It seems that acting like I am “short” and changing my behavior to protect myself is to become self-centered. It also presupposes that my actions will change when God decides to take me home. What verse comes to mind regarding this situation? “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” Hebrews 12:1-3

How do I want to complete the last weeks of this deployment? I would hope to be able to speak as Paul spoke, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me the on that day-and not only to me, but also all who have longed for His appearing. 2 Tim 4:7-8

Soli Deo Gloria

A few more thoughts to come

Posted by Tim at August 18, 2005 04:55 AM
Comments

The phrase "being short" is one I have heard about often from a two tour of Nam husband. As a chopper pilot who was finallly evact'd with a broken back and jaw from his Cobra being shot out from under him, he has talked so many times about the notion being short would have with soldiers. He said that he never allowed himself to get into that mindset.
Your verse about perserverance will serve you will. Our prayers surround you.....B Gunn and family

Posted by: B Gunn at August 18, 2005 05:23 AM

"Being Short":
I served in Vietnam with the 101st Airborne. I was a crew chief/door gunner on a OH-6A LOH. Flew until my DEROS date. Flew me down to Phu Bai in my Nomex and processed out.
I kept a short timer calendar but the last month or so I just quit counting the days???
God Speed, my friend. Your cause is nobel.

Posted by: Andy at August 18, 2005 08:54 AM

It seems that "being short" affects those at home too. I know my anxiety level rose as it got closer to time for my son to leave Iraq. REALITY and TRUTH are that my/his times are in God's hands. Next breaths aren't guaranteed no matter where I am/he is. GOD's plans and purposes are bigger than mine and I need to continually focus on His truths rather than "might be" or "what if". That helped. So did the promise of heaven and reunion there, no matter what.

God bless and THANK YOU for your service and for your posts.

Marine Mom of one, almost two (boot camp grad 09/02/05)

Posted by: Dorothy at August 18, 2005 09:10 AM

I was "short" in Germany way back in 1976 and was celebrating my return to the "world" with some friends one night on some nameless lake. I yelled SHORT out across the lake and thru the dark a different voice yelled back, SHORTER... I then yelled back NINE DAYS.... and the same voice replied...F### YOU! I was the shortest one on that lake, that night!

Posted by: scogind at August 18, 2005 10:44 AM

Ah, brings back memories, that does. I recall when I got so short I became a double digit midget, which might not seem short but was more than 2/3rds of the way there. At 10 and a wake-up I packed up my footlocker and shipped it home. Only a duffle from there on out. Then finally THE DAY arrived, which wasn't really the last day because I had to go from Nam Phong to Iwakuni (we were all TAD to Thailand so the gummint could claim there were no American forces "permanently" present in SE Asia) where it took 2 weeks for outprocessing, and then I really did take the big bird back to the REAL WORLD.

Several surprises back in the REAL WORLD. One was that the high-sole sandals I had first seen in Bangkok were being worn by round-eyes in the states. Another was that Mexican food just did not come hot enough (the Thais have little orange peppers that make jalapenos taste like sweet pickles). Still another was that I wore a sweatshirt in July because the temperatures were only in the eighties.

Posted by: Rex at August 18, 2005 11:18 AM