The actual incidents of fragging were few, from what I have heard, no more than two.
On the other hand there were a lot of troops, not just Lt's killed by friendly fire.
when yo are in combat, the last thing you want is to have your safety and mission compromised by some asshole, and a lot of people lose it under stress, and there is no st…
The actual incidents of fragging were few, from what I have heard, no more than two.
On the other hand there were a lot of troops, not just Lt's killed by friendly fire.
when yo are in combat, the last thing you want is to have your safety and mission compromised by some asshole, and a lot of people lose it under stress, and there is no stress like being under fire.
A smart Lt (butter bar), as soon as he is assigned a unit, will quickly glom onto the senior enlisted member, if in a platoon it would be the lst Sergeant
My Dad was a Warrant Officer and adjutant of the 1st Joint Assault signal company in the Pacific, (5th Amphib, 4th MarDiv). He was sent to Platoon Leaders Class in preparation for the invasion of Japan, but Japan surrendered, though commissioned he was RIFed (reduction in force) down to his enlisted rank which was MSgt) and as such he was called as cadre (lst Sgt) of the remobilized 1st MarDiv (Guadalcanal), Easy Company 2/7th. If he hadn't been riffed he would have been either a battalion commander or on the division staff.
But when he was a butter bar, he was just another butter bar, despite his part in winning the Solomon's and Marshall's.
I was an E-7 when I was commissioned, quite a let down, basically starting all over. no one not even the enlisted who knew me, considered me anything but an ignorant and naive butter bar. I had a Lt Col, who wanted me to marry his teenage daughter. gad I was recently divorced, had three children of my own, but he saw a young naive butter bar.
I led a small team, and my senior NCO treated me like a typical butter bar, I made the big decisions (of which there were really none) and me made the little ones, basically I sat behind a desk, while he ran the team.
After I got promoted to a silver bar, a fresh, untested, didn't know Jack Captain was assigned to my team for mentoring, he worked for me for a couple of months until he got his feet on the ground, and then took over command.
But I have o confess, that if I had ever parachuted into a really hot situation, there was one enlisted person on my team that would have died from friendly fire.
The actual incidents of fragging were few, from what I have heard, no more than two.
On the other hand there were a lot of troops, not just Lt's killed by friendly fire.
when yo are in combat, the last thing you want is to have your safety and mission compromised by some asshole, and a lot of people lose it under stress, and there is no stress like being under fire.
A smart Lt (butter bar), as soon as he is assigned a unit, will quickly glom onto the senior enlisted member, if in a platoon it would be the lst Sergeant
My Dad was a Warrant Officer and adjutant of the 1st Joint Assault signal company in the Pacific, (5th Amphib, 4th MarDiv). He was sent to Platoon Leaders Class in preparation for the invasion of Japan, but Japan surrendered, though commissioned he was RIFed (reduction in force) down to his enlisted rank which was MSgt) and as such he was called as cadre (lst Sgt) of the remobilized 1st MarDiv (Guadalcanal), Easy Company 2/7th. If he hadn't been riffed he would have been either a battalion commander or on the division staff.
But when he was a butter bar, he was just another butter bar, despite his part in winning the Solomon's and Marshall's.
I was an E-7 when I was commissioned, quite a let down, basically starting all over. no one not even the enlisted who knew me, considered me anything but an ignorant and naive butter bar. I had a Lt Col, who wanted me to marry his teenage daughter. gad I was recently divorced, had three children of my own, but he saw a young naive butter bar.
I led a small team, and my senior NCO treated me like a typical butter bar, I made the big decisions (of which there were really none) and me made the little ones, basically I sat behind a desk, while he ran the team.
After I got promoted to a silver bar, a fresh, untested, didn't know Jack Captain was assigned to my team for mentoring, he worked for me for a couple of months until he got his feet on the ground, and then took over command.
But I have o confess, that if I had ever parachuted into a really hot situation, there was one enlisted person on my team that would have died from friendly fire.
Maybe in the Americale Division.