News>Commentary - To hell and back: French, U.S. service members weather intense combat training
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A member of the 5th French Marine Regiment makes goat stew during a desert combat training course which began May 31, 2011, in the Bour Ougoul training area in Djibouti. Students were required to kill and prepare goats to supply themselves with half their food intake. The 10-day course provided nearly 120 French and 40 U.S. troops with a basic knowledge of field tactics and survival techniques to use in a desert environment. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. R.J. Biermann)
A member of the 5th French Marine Regiment translates a page of desert combat training instructions for U.S. Navy Petty Officer 3rd Class Ryan Donofrio (right) during a course which began May 31, 2011, in the Bour Ougoul training area in Djibouti. The 10-day course provided nearly 120 French and 40 U.S. service members with a basic knowledge of field tactics and survival techniques to use in a desert environment. Petty Officer Donofrio is an explosive ordnance disposal technician with Combined Joint Task Force - Horn of Africa. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. R.J. Biermann)
A member of the 5th French Marine Regiment takes notes on how to use a global positioning system device during a desert combat training course which began May 31, 2011, in the Bour Ougoul training area in Djibouti. The 10-day course provided nearly 120 French and 40 U.S. service members with a basic knowledge of field tactics and survival techniques to be used in a desert environment. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. R.J. Biermann)
A desert combat training instructor with the 5th French Marine Regiment prepares a pot of tea during a desert combat training course which began May 31, 2011, in the Bour Ougoul training area in Djibouti. The 10-day course provided nearly 120 French and 40 U.S. service members with a basic knowledge of field tactics and survival techniques to use in a desert environment. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. R.J. Biermann)
Service members from Camp Lemonnier, Djibouti, are awarded a numbered pin for completing the 5th French Marine Regiment Desert Combat Training course in Djibouti on June 9, 2011. The 10-day course provided nearly 120 French and 40 U.S. troops with a basic knowledge of field tactics and survival techniques to use in a desert environment. (U.S. Marine Corps photo/Lance Corporal Massimo Selim)
Commentary by Staff Sgt. R.J. Biermann
Combined Joint Task Force - Horn of Africa Public Affairs
6/15/2011 - CAMP LEMONNIER, Djibouti (AFNS) -- "Take what you think your body can handle and multiply it by five."
The words of Tech. Sgt. Joel Mack became my mantra of survival during my field trip to hell and back across 50 miles of barren Djiboutian desert, a trek for which nothing could have prepared me.
Nearly 40 Combined Joint Task Force - Horn of Africa and Camp Lemonnier service members left camp May 31 with the intent of soaring through a 10-day desert safari. When we arrived in the Bour Ougoul training area, just outside Goubetto, Djibouti, I feared our greatest threat would be an "enemy" force. Instead, we fought off heat, dehydration, exhaustion, giant flies, knife spiders and dagger-sharp thorns before even switching our weapons off of "safe."
At the beginning of the course, our 160-person company was divided into four 40-person platoons. Each consisted of 30 French and 10 U.S. service members where each person was required to finish all marches to successfully complete the course.
The seemingly simple requirements proved to be too much for some. By the time we graduated, the number of students had dwindled by nearly 15.
We pushed our bodies beyond their natural and seemingly supernatural limits, and our bodies pushed back. Dehydration and exhaustion victimized the majority of drop-outs. Marching more than nine miles, then 12, then another 12 and finally 20, with anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes of sleep after each march can do that to you. Trying to catch up on sleep during the heat of the day was a futile endeavor.
"We quickly realized that, in the desert, if you don't take care of things they will take care of you," said my platoon commander, French army Lieutenant Gildas Hellegouarch.
Throughout the first five days of training, we learned to survive in the desert while warring against an enemy force. Every morning at 5:30 a.m. we moved our camp to a different location and met for instruction. Here, we learned how to prepare and cook a goat; collect, filter and cool water; provide first aid; and fight.
The most important tactic for many of us was keeping our water cool. Wet a boot sock, wrap it around your water bottle and hang it off a tree branch. These coolers were littered across the camp's acacia trees.
After the first five days, we marched 12 miles to a new campsite. As with all course marches, we could use night-vision goggles or hope moonlight would lead the way. Red artificial light was only authorized when moving through dangerous areas like a steep, rocky hill.
Moving blindly across a rocky plain, sweat pouring off my brow, my feet blistered and in severe pain, and no visible end in sight, could very well have been the most depressing sensation I've ever felt.
It only got worse.
During the second phase of training, the French instructors dialed up things a notch. We were now required to stand guard, gather food and water, prepare meals, build shade structures and lead offensive attacks against the enemy. Finding time to sleep was on us. I thought sleep was a sure way to tell what day it was; but when you haven't slept, 10 days can feel like 30.
After two days, we departed on a 12-mile march to the final camp. The following evening we began our climactic 20-mile hike to the Grand Bara Desert. Walking 20 miles took more than nine hours, with 10-minute breaks every 50 minutes. During breaks, we would consume what little food we had left in our rucksacks in hopes of a needed boost. I even downed dry gelatin powder someone smuggled into the course.
As we neared the finish, one man lost his footing and injured his ankle adding to the "casualty" count. Another was simply too exhausted to go on after a break. Some were so tired they fell into a deep sleep in the 10 minutes we had to rest.
When we reached the edge of the desert, we knew we had only 4.5 miles to go. I cranked up my music to spark some motivation. After the 16-mile march, I was ready to quit, even with the end in sight. With 50 yards left, a handful of us mustered up what energy we had to sprint to the finish.
Never have I felt such satisfaction. Running a marathon in comfortable shoes, on paved roads, with water stations and cheering spectators is one thing. Walking an ultra-marathon in combat boots, in the dead of night, through a desert takes the cake.
After the 20-mile hike, we slept for 45 minutes and then forced ourselves awake for the graduation ceremony. We stood in formation with our French allies to receive the coveted completion badge: a pin with the outline of Djibouti surrounded by a large circle which rested under a scorpion. A golden sword passed vertically through it all.
In just 10 days, the course evolved this public affairs photojournalist into a new war fighter. I bled, sweat and oozed across 50 miles of what became the longest trek of my life. We defeated every inch of the course with determination, teamwork and self will. I never want to take this grueling course again. But if forced to, the camaraderie amongst my brothers-in-arms would make the "suck" worth it all.
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6/22/2011 5:06:30 PM ET GO AIR FORCE! As a veteran of the Air Force who NEVER had to go through what these airmen did, I am one PROUD woman. My son is currently in the Air Force and as far as we are concerned, there is no finer!
