Seventy-Two Hours of Cognitive Distance
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The units that I was a part of were always well-trained and had some of the best leadership at the NCO level. No matter how well trained we were, no matter how many times we practiced, it usually took my team about 72 hours in the field before we were working together like a well-oiled machine, jumping a TOC at 0200 in February in southern Germany or reacting to a FRAGO just minutes before launching a mission...
Or sitting in the jungle, it would take a few days before I would hardly notice the mosquitos feeding on my neck or the bugs crawling in my ears or up my nose.
I was having a Straight White Guy moment yesterday (word, people)...it was my third day on the beach on Estero Island (Ft. Myers Beach) and I realized that I had finally relaxed, finally succumbed to the martinis, cabanas, and sand castles, finally let go enough - of the book, the blog (well, er, sort of), the job back home - to kick back and enjoy my vacation. Three days exactly...
That's when I thought of how long it would take my military units to get their acts together in different environments.
Then, I thought, maybe it's just me...
Light posting from me this week. Of course, Uncle Jimbo will be around. And I might have some help from Grim, Laughing Wolf, Cassandra and Subsunk. Be sure to visit their excellent blogs, regardless. You can also check the blogs on my blogrolls as they are all fine blogs too...
*now where the hell did I leave that martini*