The Dominican Republic
Today the Dominican Republic is another one of those places that used to house communists and we had to stay away from them. Boy, things do change.
In the Army I served in a light infantry brigade. In short that means the outfit’s missions would be short term–hit and keep moving–as opposed to hit and occupy. Unlike soldiers drafted into the normal routine of spending eight weeks in basic training and then moving on to some sort of specialty, i.e., advanced individual training, e.g., medic, military police, communications, or even infantry, we trained together through every stage. Thus, my platoon leader and company commander in all stages of training were my leaders overseas.
My squad mates and I trained together at every level: rifle team, squad, platoon, company, battalion, and brigade. We were trained and certified with pistols, rifles, hand grenades, grenade launchers, machine guns, bayonets, and bazookas. There was a war going on in Vietnam and we were convinced that there is where we were going. Heck, we even “attacked” a Vietcong village in the snows of Camp Drum, New York. Continue reading 5-1: Dominican Republic