MRAP Roll-over training. Or, excuse me, I know the schedule calls it rollover training but the instructor calls it “emergency evacuation training” as though there is a noticeable and significant difference.
You might know that the army had a problem with improvised explosive devices (IED) blowing up vehicles and it was a major source of death and maiming in all the services. A cynic would say that as the more senior guys got affected it became a little more of an issue, but I am not a cynic. Eventually the army started to make up-armored HMMWV to better protect Soldiers as they drove through towns. The armor and ballistic glass stops bullets up to .30 caliber (7.62 mm) which is so much better than the protection offered by the rubberized canvas doors which can stop a BB from 20 feet.
The up armored HMMWV became a priority not from the army brass (brass because the officer’s ranks are made of metal, originally brass and now aluminum) but because some Soldier stood up when then Secretary of the Army Donald Rumsfeld was asked a question in open forum by a young specialist named Thomas Wilson about when they could get vehicles with better protection (since Soldiers were rummaging through garbage dumps for anything they could weld on the sides of their vehicles for some layer of protection that was better than canvas: the enemy wasn’t shooting at us with BB guns). The news media picked it up (since Mr. Rumsfeld didn’t have an answer and didn’t know there was a problem) and suddenly protecting our troops with armored doors and protective bottoms became very important.
Once protection moved into the high priority the call went out for a vehicle that is armored on the side AND protects well from explosions from below (like I.E.D.s) American ingenuity (or was it British?) developed a family of vehicles that have a boat shaped hull that is raised much higher than normal above the ground to deflect and diminish any explosions from IEDs. They worked well and that is a success story.
Unfortunately the law of unintended consequences rose up and we had a new problem. The new vehicles (called MRAP as an acronym, meaning Mine Resistant Ambush Protected) have such a high center of gravity and such a large weight that they have a tendency to roll over (hence the term “roll over training” when driven fast, turned moderately hard or near unimproved banks on ditches or water sources, when the ground gives way and the vehicle rolls over). Soldiers were drowning in the lakes and canals, gunners (they have a gun and the gunner’s head and torso are exposed somewhat when rolling) were getting crushed and killed. Soldiers weren’t trained on how to get out nor how to properly handle such a large vehicle with commercial truck tires, improved chassis, high center of gravity and large weight. It was an ugly picture!
So the army came up with a solution: better training of both drivers and any Soldier who might ever be a passenger in an MRAP (which are a primary means of transport for mid-level VIPs and commanders when aircraft can’t get them where they need to go.)
In Kuwait (on your way into country) they have an 80 hour drivers training course to cover the special vehicle limitations and ensure the driver can safely handle the vehicle assuming all they have ever driven is a HMMWV or possibly a souped up 200o Honda Civic . But that still doesn’t take care of the Soldiers. In our case over 2000 of them at NFH.
That is where the mandatory MRAP rollover emergency egress procedure comes in. The class began in a crowded classroom for some instruction that convinces everybody that they need this training. To get the class started the instructor went through a process of humorously asking questions of Soldiers questions and generally making fun of different things, primarily emphasizing that we weren’t there for rollover training…
“Who wants to tell me why we are here today! (a hand is raised) How about you Sergeant! Why are we here today?”
“I am a specialist, Sergeant!”
“Yeah. But you want to be a Sergeant someday, right? I am going to call you sergeant. Is that okay? And stand up when you answer a question…Oh! You ARE standing up!” (There is laughter from the group because the Soldier was short and she was a little reticent.)
“Yes Sergeant. We are here for M-RAP training Sergeant”
“Close. Very close. Who else knows? How about you Sergeant Major?”
Sergeant Major Darlington stood up in the back. He is a barrel-chested NCO with a great attitude, strong personality and somebody everybody would love to have on their team. “We are here for M-RAP roll over training, Sergeant!”
“Why don’t you come on up here and bring a friend and I am going to teach you about rollover training!” The Sergeant Major went up with the First Sergeant, a big, tall fellow and they stood there for a second and the Sergeant in charge said, “Now you two lie on the ground. They paused, and then good naturedly lay themselves on the ground. “Now you two rollover to the right and yell “Roll over Roll over!” as you do it. They both started to roll and yell “Roll over! Rollover!” as they rolled right and then rolled back to the left. The Sergeant told them to stand up and then said “Now THAT was Rollover training! We are going to do Emergency Egress training for the M-RAP”
We then proceeded to learn how to react when the MRAP rolled over. We also learned about the other general information discussed above. Then it was time to go to the MRAP rollover trainer. Everybody marched, walked or drove (I drove and followed the commander in his sedan) wearing their IOTV (Improved Outer Tactical Vest) and helmet. The IOTV is like armor that you wrap around you and weighs about 60 pounds depending on your size (XX Large like the Sergeant Major and the First Sergeant are more than 70).
The temperature was cool and getting colder. The sky was overcast, the temperature was dropping and the wind was blowing a gentle 5-7 knots. In the cold wind chill makes everything a little colder.
Since they can only do one group at a time and each group takes about 20-30 minutes I arranged myself into a group where I was the senior ranking officer. So we discussed that I would be the Tank Commander (TC) which means I get to ride in the right front and am technically in charge of the vehicle and directing proper actions to everybody upon rolling over. We chit chat about who will be the driver. I appoint SGT Bell. I explained that since we were going to roll over it was because of bad driving and the other female Soldier was our gunner…so technically she was the only one available. Everybody laughed and then we did a short rehearsal (a verbal practice to discuss who does what and possible scenarios for escaping the vehicle.) Rolling upside down, on one side or another and rolling into water all have different required actions of all occupants (most notably they all involve yelling “Rollover!” to alert everybody that we are rolling over, since in the dark or other conditions (some might be sleeping, darkness, talking on a radio) you want to have as much notice as possible.)
Then I announced I was going to go back in the car and wait since I had not yet been issued the RFI (the equipment and clothing I would need in Iraq; like a jacket) and invited anybody who wanted to join me to come along. Everybody said “No” or “We want to wait out here “etc. But when you are over 50 you know about wind chill, what cold feels like and there are no awards for shivering, getting frostbite or hypothermia.
After about 20 minutes the instructor (one of about 7) came over and said, “Hey sir! We need to talk to your group and get ready. Come on out.” So I did. Then he started to review what we had already reviewed. He even thought I was coaching the team as he asked the questions and stood in front of me so they couldn’t see me. But if you are going to be in charge then you take charge, do what you need to do and then relax. The instructor went over what we had already covered and then started talking about how it was important that they stay focused and even though it was cold to stay sharp. When we finished our training we could get into a van for warmth but until we completed our turn we needed to stay outside (in the cold, in the wind and my old muscles just getting stiffer and stiffer awaiting the opportunity to be turned upside down and then use the muscles to keep myself from crashing to the roof.)
In training environments it is best to do what the instructor says, so I stayed outside and we went over to the side of a building where my team was at least out of the wind and waited and kibitzed. They were a good group and we were all having fun freezing our ears or hands (I put my hands in my pockets which is a trait I have been unable to break over 30 years, and I want to do better) waiting. Then the instructor walked over again and said “It is getting kind of cold so if you have a van you can go get into it if you are finished.” I looked over a t one of my Soldiers who had already finished but was taking shelter from the wind and I gave him the van keys and said, “Here are my keys. Go get the van and take some people with you!”
Unrelated to the cold (I am sure) that Soldier was diagnosed later in the say with Strep throat and given 3 days of quarters (stay in bed and rest.)
A few minutes later the instructor comes up and says, “Hey sir, can we use your van to warm up some Soldiers?” And of course I was already way ahead of him. It continued to get colder (not freezing cold but incrementally colder and the wind continued to take its toll) and the instructor came over again and said “We got some more vans coming and you should try to cycle in and out until you have to get out to do the training.” We moved towards a van and we stood by the side and got in and out staying warm and talking about college and generally exchanging ideas and views on economics, finance and business. Two Soldiers in the van were in college studying those subjects at Fresno State so we had a great time waiting for the “Rollover Rollover Rollover!” training.
After participating in the Jingle Bell Run (look for that post…) my Major friend SJ remarked “Man it is cold! Not as cold as that MRAP training though. That was terrible!” I didn’t know exactly how cold because I was in the van, by the building, in and out of the van and generally wasn’t proving to myself (or others) how good I am at dealing with extended cold. Mainly because I am over 50 and I know better.