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Appi Kogen Revisited

Monday, December 24th, 2007

     Christina, the kid, and I took off with friends Deuce and Pitch and their families and spent Christmas Eve skiing at Appi.  We had a lot of fun, of course! Having brought the baby with us meant that one of us would have to babysit while the other hit the slopes! Lucky for us it had snowed the night before, so we had good snow.  Plus, this was the inaugural use of the skis Christina bought me for my birthday after last season, so I was stoked to finally get to use them! Since it was Monday, there weren’t a whole lot of people out and about, either; although there were times I had to avoid a gaggle of snowboarders. 

     This was our first time out this season, so I started off with the 5 km green run both to warm up and to practice keeping my shoulders squared down-slope; Christina started immediately with a red for a warm-up and went all black afterward.  After the first run, both of us (separately, as I mentioned) hit the black runs.  Christina jumped in with both feet and had a blast.  I actually did okay, I only slid three times; I never wiped out and lost my skis, which I found a little surprising for my first outing of the season.  Then again, the black runs on the main slope at Appi weren’t as difficult as the "Tower run" at Okunakayama.  I have a tendency when I get tired to put too much weight on my uphill ski, which leads me to turn my shoulders in the direction of travel instead of down-slope, which leads me to turn uphill when I’m trying to go downhill, which leads to a stop (if I’m lucky) or a fall and a slide.  I still haven’t gotten to the root causes of my wipeouts, but fortunately there were no data points today!

     The new skis worked great! They’re 156 cm Atomic Metron.  In my opinion, having your own skis is as essential as having your own bowling ball.  Take that for what it’s worth. . . I don’t own a bowling ball! The new baby did great, too; he slept most of the time, even when the cafeteria at the bottom of the mountain got noisy during lunch.  The couple times he woke up he just smiled a lot, mostly because he’s ticklish and Dad spent a lot of time tickling!

     We’re looking forward to our next outing.  We’re considering Hakkoda since we’ve never been there and it’s supposed to be pretty close to us.  We’ve heard great things about Hokkaido, but since that’s an entire other island, I don’t see us getting there. 

Memories that Live On

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

     It’s been just over a year since I learned that I lost one of my buddies in the Iraq War.  What really makes me happy to know is that Capt Travis Patriquin’s legendary slide show and his efforts at getting the Ramadi Sheikhs to join America in the War on Terror live on now in the Anbar Awakening movement in Iraq. 

     Travis’ father Gary sent me the story below in an e-mail awhile ago, and I’ve been meaning to post it for quite some time.  With work and school slowing down for the holidays, I finally got a chance to give this piece its due.  It’s the last part of a speech by Secretary of Defense Gates to the Association of the US Army on 10 Oct of this year.  I think it says everything I could imagine needing to say.

In closing, I should tell you that when I speak to Army leaders I make it a point to ask them to communicate to their subordinates not only the thanks of a grateful and admiring nation, but also our pride in what they have accomplished.
 
The story of just one unit explain[s] why.
 
The 1st Brigade of the First Armored Division, the “Ready First Brigade,” had been based in Germany for more than 60 years, most of that time preparing to beat back a Soviet invasion across the Fulda Gap. It was deployed to Iraq in 2003, and extended after the Sadr uprising in 2004.
 
Last year – before there was a “surge,” or a “new way forward,” or a new counterinsurgency manual – they were sent back to Iraq, this time to Ramadi. The city was controlled by insurgents and Al Qaeda, and was written off as lost. The brigade commander was told: “fix it, don’t destroy it.” It was up to him, his staff, and his soldiers to figure out the rest.
 
And so instead of patrolling from large bases, the Ready First Brigade set up small combat outposts in Al Qaeda strongholds – where troops led by sergeants and lieutenants and captains cleared and held neighborhoods one at a time. The enemy would not go quietly – and responded with an onslaught of roadside bombs, mortars, and ambushes. Among the hundreds of stories of heroism that emerged from this period was of Sergeant David Anderson. He saved the lives of several soldiers on September 24th after they were ambushed and hit by multiple IED attacks. He would later receive the Silver Star for his efforts.
 
One of the Brigade staff officers was Captain Travis Patriquin. He spoke several languages, including Arabic, and he grew a mustache to fit in. He became the expert on the neighboring tribes – local power brokers going back hundreds of years who had been largely shunned up to that point by our military.
 
Like any self-respecting army officer, Patriquin had a Powerpoint presentation. It was called “How to Win in Al Anbar by Captain Trav.” But instead of charts and graphs, this presentation used stick figures and simple stories to teach soldiers how to deal with Iraqi tribes – a relationship where “shame and honor” meant a good deal more than “hearts and minds.” At this young captain’s direction, the brigade courted local sheiks over cigarettes and endless cups of tea – outreach that, combined with Al Qaeda’s barbarism, helped spark the “Anbar Awakening” that has garnered so much attention and praise in the past months.
 
 
Over time, Ramadi was taken back from Al Qaeda and given back to its people. These gains came at no small cost. During its tour, this brigade would suffer more than 95 killed and 600 wounded. One of them was Captain Patriquin. He did not have a chance to see his ideas and efforts bear fruit, but no doubt would have been proud to have seen what the hard work, courage, and ingenuity of the soldiers had started: A city liberated. Al Qaeda uprooted and reeling. And the tide turned, at least in this one important battle, in a conflict that will determine the future of the Middle East for decades to come.
 
It is soldiers and stories like these – repeated in so many places and so many times – that inspire us and make us proud and hopeful about the future of America’s Army. Our country’s defense could not be in better hands.

     If you’d like to make a donation to the trust fund for Travis’ children, please click here for more information, and thank you!

Welcome Back to the Den

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

     The 13 FS arrived back at home station today.  They flew 13 jets home.  Go figure!

Policing Ramadi

Friday, September 21st, 2007

      More on the CPT Travis Patriquin Memorial Police Station here and here.

     Info on Ramadi from Michael Totten in two parts (h/t Hoystory). 

     At least al Qaeda in Mesopotamia keeps shooting itself in its own foot.  It’s even nicer to know that my friends were key in helping them aim at their own torso. 

Heroes’ Run Report

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

     There’s a good note and a bad note to the Heroes’ Run that Mr Patriquin tried to set up for 28 July.  The bad news was that the run in Lockport, IL was cancelled.

      The good news was that Badger 6 picked up the flag and ran on 29 Jul.  In Iraq, no less. 

Update From Jill Metzger

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

     Jill e-mailed a month or so ago to say that she’s doing a whole lot better, and that she appreciated all the support she got in the aftermath of her ordeal in Kyrgystan

     Thank you to everyone who offered to help, whether it was advice on Kyrgystan or praying for her safety! I just thank God she’s back with her family and her country!

If the Mountain Won’t Go to You

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

     Last Thursday our friends Paul, Andrea, and their kids, plus my wife and I all took a nine-hour bus ride to Tokyo.  The next day we all got up really, really early (that would be early as in "What does the ‘O’ in oh-three-hundred mean? ‘O-my-goodness it’s early!"), we handed the kids off to my wife for babysitting, and Paul, Andrea, and I all jumped aboard the tour bus to Mt Fuji!

     The bus stopped at the fifth station trailhead at about 0600 (that’s 6:00 AM for you non-military types).  We got out, bought ourselves one each official Mt Fuji walking sticks, and proceeded up the mountain trail at 0620. 

     The trail was well-marked, mostly in Kanji, but sometimes in English.  Besides, once we got to the northern side of the mountain, you could see the huts all the way up the mountainside.  The ascent to the summit took me six hours, Paul and Andrea were in better shape for such things and could probably have gotten topside within five-and-a-half.  They always stopped to wait for me, which was nice of them.

     One of the unique things on the Mt Fuji trail was the ‘stamps’ you collected on the ascent.  Most of the huts had someone with a small fire and a branding iron that they would use to burn a ‘stamp’ into your walking stick.  The idea was that you could prove how high you got after the fact by the stamps on your walking stick.  The odd thing was the hut topside gave us the ‘Sunrise’ stamp, although we didn’t make it up there until about 1215.  Some people actually hike up one evening and then stay overnight at the hut either at the top or at the eigth stage (where it’s considerably warmer!).  These folks then awaken at 0300, finish the climb, and watch the sun rise on top of the mountain.  While that would have been cool, it wasn’t part of the package deal we paid for, and none of us brought camping gear anyway.  We settled for simply walking over to the edge of the crater and taking pictures.  I was asked if we saw a lake in there.  If there was a lake, it was way farther down than any of us could see.  We spent about an hour-and-a-half at the mountaintop, partly because we were sore from the ascent, partly because we were hungry and eating lunch, partly so we could see the crater, but most importantly because at about 1130 the weather got a little bad, and we had to trudge through some freezing drizzle for the final 45 minutes prior to arriving at the summit. 

     Overall the hike reminded me a little bit of the Bright Angel Trail in the Grand Canyon.  Both paths were about 12 km, it took 5-6 hours to go up and 3 to descend (obviously the Grand Canyon was the other way around, a descent followed by an ascent).  The Grand Canyon path was certainly more developed.  Mt Fuji had a plowed-out descent over pea-gravel sized igneous rock that ultimately shredded the soles of my way-too-old Gore-tex boots.  The ascending trail was slightly technical at times, but it was easily managed. 

     The legend among the USAF is that if you are stationed in Japan and do not climb Mt Fuji, you’ll get stationed here again.  I may have just written myself out of a follow-on assignment in Japan. 

 

Show Me the Support

Friday, June 29th, 2007

     My home state rocks! Thanks!

Hamnation

Friday, June 15th, 2007

     Here is a link to a YouTube site that ‘Animated’ Travis Patriquin’s PowerPoint show. 

“Vacation”

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

     I just got back to Japan from a two-week stint away from my offices.  My wife and I managed to get to Hawaii and to my home of record.  I’d like to say it was a great getaway.  In reality, it was mostly a way to get away from the office to get some other non-related work done.  On the other hand, it was really nice to see our family and friends.