Over the course of my military career, I have had severalopportunities to travel to strange lands and live in some less than idealenvironments. Sometimes, we lived in tents, ate cold rations out of a foilenvelope, and utilized “facilities” that would make one yearn for the “Porta Potty”that bakes in the summer sun. Other times we lived in plywood huts thatprovided a little more protection from the elements but was still smack dab inthe middle of hell. Once, I even stayed in a “subdivision” complete withconcrete houses and a cul-de-sac with a basketball goal. Regardless of what theliving conditions started off as, they always got a little better. This was notbecause the Army or the Marines suddenly felt sorry for the troops and airdropped a sofa, but instead was directly due to the fortitude of the Marines,Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen located there.
See, no matter where one goes, there is an innate need thattells us we have to make it better. We have to make our surroundings more “homey”.As such, the Combat Carpenter is born. He or she rises up out of the grains ofsand and scours the area for anything which could be used. Suddenly that stackof wooden pallets disappears. An old crate once used to package litters movesto a new home as it transforms into a desk or makeshift entertainment center.Nails are pulled and straightened out on rocks, as screws back out with thehelp of a multi tool. What look like the makings of a good bon fire becomesbench swings, desks, loft beds and so much more. The combat carpenter findsthings to trade with and acquires a few sheets of plywood which have been inthe desert far too long. Before being used, glue (or similar substance) must beapplied to prevent the layers from peeling apart. Soon lumber and plywoodbecome more valuable than cash. A box of straight, unused 16 penny nailsbecomes the mythical treasure under the rainbow. As down time comes, the soundsof hand saws and hammers can be heard. Occaisionally, an experienced CombatCarpenter, with multiple trips under their belt, will produce a cordless circularsaw and drill. Sometimes, these experienced ones produce a box of nails orscrews, a carpenter’s triangle, or even a tape measure.
Other items get repurposed as well. The old, warn out cargostrap suddenly becomes the webbed weave for a chair or bench. Dispensed casingsfind themselves hanging to form wind chimes. Discarded tangles of 550 cord(paracord) shape an intricate web to build makeshift shelving or even a hangingseat or hammock. Then there are the decks. Dimensioned lumber comes in from along forgotten requisition, submitted by a previous unit, and a deck is bornfrom which more ideas and comforts of home spawn forth.
By the time the next unit arrives, small sectors of comforthave taken hold in the form of morale areas / tents. As the new unit settles inand the old unit leaves, a new generation begins to dream of how they canimprove their surroundings. Once again the sounds of hand saws and hammers fillthe air as saw dust joins the never ending blowing sand.
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Dispensed aircraft flare casings are cut to various lengths to form a wind chime |
Contractor built, plywood fire station |
Deck and benches (car seats too) built at Camp T.Q., Iraq |
The little stuffed animal is "Lil B" my version of a traveling gnome
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Notice the seat is a web of old cargo straps |
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How do you put 4 men in a 2 man room? Build a 4 man bunk |
Have you been deployed before? Do you have pictures anything built by our troops? Send them to me and I’ll post them in future editions ofCombat Carpenter.