I’m pretty awful at math, but I’ve always enjoyed looking at the numbers and statistics behind things. I think of my roommate my freshman year who hated doing his math homework, but could calculate odds in Poker games, memorize baseball stats, and figure over/unders for sports betting with ease. Some numbers are just more fun than others. The main reason I put these together is because I think it’s a great way to put the last year into perspective. Some of the numbers are shocking even to me, some are just laughable at best, and some are straight wags (Good luck figuring out which ones those are). There were a lot of serious obstacles in 2011: moving on from my wife leaving me, training, knee surgery, starting a masters, etc. I believe that the best we can do when life presents us with obstacles is to learn from them and try and better ourselves. 2011 offered a lot of pretty severe obstacles, and I hope I’ve learned from all of them. It was a crazy year, and while I wouldn’t want to go through it again, I wouldn’t change a thing. Enjoy!
- Weeks at home: 13 (this number surprised even me)
- Cross countries in the T-1: 4
- Hotel rooms lived in: 8, for a total of 110 days
- Cities I’ve dwelled in (for a baseline, we’ll say I was there for more than 3 days straight): 9: Austin, Houston (broke there for 4 days), Enid, Pensacola (water survival), Spokane (combat survival), Atlanta (IQT), Meridian and Roseville (MQT), Baltimore (waiting for rotator).
- Job offers from Flight Safety: 2, oddly enough (one from a simulator instructor on an airplane from Seattle to Tulsa, and one from Flight Safety when I was there for IQT)
- Units/bases I’ve shut down: 3. Meridian, Joint Base Balad, and Al Asad Air Base
- Units I’ve spun up: 1.5 (Beale for one, Al Asad for the .5 since it was a full move)
- Times I’ve had to move on deployment: 7, including 3 tent shifts at Al Udeid, 2 at Balad, once to Al Asad, and once to Afghanistan (with one more move to come)
- Times I parachuted into Pensacola bay in 40 degree weather: only once, thank God
- Chow halls eaten in: 10
- Days on MRE’s and number of MRE’s consumed: 10 and 12
- Pounds gained on deployment (this was a good thing, I’m constantly fighting my metabolism which is too fast for my own good): 7
- Pounds subsequently lost when MRE diet started and move to Afghanistan took place: 13 (*sigh*)
- Number of Rip-Its consumed: approximately 245
- Student sorties flown: 26
- Combat missions flown: 86
- Knee surgeries: 1
- Days between my knee surgery and next TDY for training: 18 (this was a bad idea)
- Times I’ve had to call or email Finance to get them to fix my travel account: 3,729 (approximately)
- Number of days spent “camping” in the bitter cold of Northern Washington: 5
- Hours taken for Masters: 9
- Pages written on deployment for said Masters: approximately 65
- Pianos procured: 1
- Pianos burned: 1
- Rounds shot at the range at Al Asad: approximately 1,000 in 2 hours
- Flags flown (either for my family or for maintenance): 36
- Tahoes destroyed: 1 (reference video below in The Last Stand in Iraq)
- Times I’ve had to explain something FMS (flight management system) related to Jammer: approximately 45
- Times I’ve been “chiefed”: somewhere between 12-18 times
- Mustaches grown: 3
- Mustaches dyed: 1
- Times I fought with imagery analysts: 6
- Hunting seasons missed: 6: spring and fall turkey, deer, dove, duck, and goose
- Family birthdays missed: all 3 of them
- T-1 FAIPs from the 32nd I’ve flown with on combat missions: 2
- Lowest temperature seen: -8 (Enid Blizzard in January)
- Highest temperature seen: 128 (First day in Iraq, which was, as the SrA put it, “The hottest day on record.” I asked if he meant for the month, or record for that day, and he replied, “No, I mean this is the hottest day they’ve ever seen, PERIOD.”)
- Sandstorms I’ve seen: 4
- Times I’ve seen rain while deployed: 4 (this number is staggeringly low)
- C-17s that came to visit me: 3
- Care packages from friends and family that reminded me that folks back home are thinking of me: 14
- Skype sessions, phone calls, and emails from friends, family, significant other that reminded me how blessed I am: Too many to count.