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Wednesday, August 8. 2012
It's still hot in central Texas and we were dressed accordingly! Late yesterday morning we went our and shot my .380 pistol, the pistol has a built in laser sight that we used extensively and it really improved our accuracy.
Suz and her boys came down for a stay, they went home yesterday, but before they started traveling back to Paris, Texas that is, she, Wesley and I went out to try out a new, for her, pistol, my .380 carry gun and of course I have a CHL license. From this brief trial, just think, her husband Paul, now will have to shell out and get her one like this!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Shooting at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, May 25. 2008
Being Memorial Day (tomorrow), the following story, written by my Son, Brad, tells about a scrape he got into in Iraq.Â Our troops are going through things like this daily and we should all take time to thank the Lord for them and the great job they are doing!
Right Time, Wrong Place
By MSgt Brad Bryan
In April of 2004, along with my unit, the 1-7 CAV, I had been in Baghdad, Iraq for about a month. As the Squadron tank master gunner I had several responsibilities. One of these was to assist our unitâ€™s Civil Affairs team with their missions in our Area of Operations (AO).
On 28 April 2005, just after lunch, everyone involved in this afternoonâ€™s patrol met at our HUMVEEs for an Operations Order. The senior officer, a Major, briefed us on the afternoonâ€™s mission. His briefing included the locations we were going to visit, primary and alternate routes, actions on contact, and order of march for the vehicles. We were going to check on several civil projects going on in our area, the last one being a meeting with the contractor who was refurbishing an old Republican Guard headquarters building near Baghdad International Airport (BIAP). The building was being remodeled into a state of the art medical clinic for the citizens of the Al-Furat neighborhood.
L to R: Sergeants Rodriguez, Bryan and Presley in front of the AL-Furat clinic.
Before arriving at the clinic we had checked on all of the locations
It only took about 2 minutes for us
before we reached their position we started hearing small arms fire and
then all the Iraqis opened up in our direction with their AKâ€™s. The
sound of small arms fire was augmented by the sound of rounds splatting
on to our vehicles!
We proceeded to speed our Humvees, about 65 mph,
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Saturday, December 1. 2007
The Stump in question and its new, out of the way, resting place
In 1992, when we acquired our ranch, there was a large, old oak tree that had died the year before and we cut it down, split it up and it provided firewood for several families. The remaining stump was about 4 feet inside of the old fence and it stayed there until we decided to get us a new one.Prior to building the new fence, we had our County come out and bulldoze down the brush and small trees, and were left with a cleared strip of land along the road. Then, the fence was a snap to construct, but the stump was within 2â€™ of the new fence.
The stump remained close to the fence for 5 or 6 years until my Wife tired of having to drive around it on her inspections of the property. She said, â€œSweetheart, why donâ€™t you pull up that old stump? Itâ€™s just in the way!â€ Sounds like I had just been assigned a job.
The brain trust, Jim, with back to camera, Bob and Jon, on the right, begin planning for the stump removal. Notice the stout chain over Jon's shoulder.
Continue reading "The Stump Pulling That Started A Party"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Wednesday, July 4. 2007
By MSgt. Brad Bryan
As a Trooper in the 1st Squadron, 7th U.S. Cavalry during Operation Iraqui Freedom II (Mar 04- Mar 05), my unit was responsible for the southwest side of Baghdad, mostly crowded, urban terrain, south and west of Route Irish. Route Irish is the highway that runs from Baghdad International Airport (BIAP) to the Green Zone
I took this picture from one of the guard towers at Foward Operatring Base (FOB) Falcon one morning when I was pulling sniper duty. It is over looking Route Irish. The Tank is an M1A2 from C, 1-7 CAV and I had been a Platoon Sergeant in this Troop. It was just leaving the FOB to start an 8 hour patrol (he is heading north).
Sgt. Bryan getting into his HUMVEE.
On the afternoon of 4 November 2004, at approx. 13:00 hours our Civil Affairs Officer In Charge, using the hood of his HUMVEE, briefed everyone participating in that dayâ€™s mission. Our mission was to meet with the head master of a local school to discuss the rebuilding of his facility. Once the Operations Order was completed, we mounted up in our vehicles and made our way to FOB Falcon's exit gate for that day. After all the vehicles in our patrol were out of the gate, we conducted a â€œshort haltâ€ and locked and loaded all of our weapons. As we were rolling towards Route Irish I bowed my head on my rifle and said a prayer for our patrol. A prayer was something I did before every patrol!
A 1/7 Cav. trooper holds one of the RPGs picked up after the action.
The two RPGs were fired at us from an alley on the other side of the canal and missed their targets and we were now being engaged with small arms fire, rounds hitting all around us. I took cover behind the right front tire of my HUMVEE and began to search for targets. Another soldier using the hood for cover, was searching for targets as well, and during this whole time, the rest of our patrol was returning fire with every weapon we had. I hollered to the soldier next to me, â€œWhere are the bastards?â€ He replied, â€œI canâ€™t identify any targets Sargeâ€. So we continued to observe our sector of fire.
Looking north through the main gate at Camp Slayer. The school where the ambush occurred is in the right center of the picture. The canal is north of the school
The whole fire fight lasted only about a minute. It seemed as though time slowed down and everything was quiet. Kindaâ€™ like when you are playing in a football game and canâ€™t hear the crowd. It turned out that our HUMVEE was positioned in a spot where we could not identify any targets to engage because of the thick reeds growing in the canal between our position and the insurgents. Our first rule when firing our weapons in a fight is to positively identify each target prior to engaging. Since we could not identify any targets in our sector we did not fire any rounds.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:02 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, July 3. 2007
Two hundred and thirty-one years ago, July 4, 1776, our Country proclaimed its freedom from England and tomorrow we celebrate this event and I thought it fitting to post two family stories about our Countryâ€™s conflicts.
The first, â€œFire Fightâ€, is about my 5G Grandfather, William Murrill, and an action he was involved in during our Revolutionary War. This was passed down through the family and recorded in the diary of a 3G Uncle of mine, James Buckner â€œBuckâ€ Barry, and later copyrighted and published in â€œBuck Barry, Texas Ranger And Frontiersmanâ€. I have used family history and this book as my references.
The second story, â€œContact East!â€, is about an action in Iraq, written by Brad. He was the NCO in charge of this scrape. Iâ€™m trying to get him to record the rest of the events he was involved in during his tour there.
Both stories will be posted tomorrow morning, around 8:00 AM.
Posted by Jon Bryan at 08:15 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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