Fire Night: West Point on the night Osama bin Laden was killed

 

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I have this theory that as an OCS or ROTC officer, by the time you make Captain you will have pieced together the major themes of your corresponding year group’s experiences at the United States Military Academy at West Point. Over the course of the past four years, I’ve learned more than anyone would ever care to learn about what went on at USMA between 2008-2012, simply by virtue of being around a lot of West Point officers and hearing them recount their stories.

In the wake of the now infamous pillow-fight-gone-viral, I began chiding fellow officers for the behavior of cadets, asking probing questions about what the hell is going on over there. From more than a few officers, I got a response similar to “you should have seen what happened on the night Osama bin Laden was killed.” Talking to them individually, they’d simply say it was a crazy night and there were lots of chants of “U-S-A!” But if there was more than one West Pointer in the room, more of the story came out. It is like a dull aura that lingers between them begins to glow and become alive. They suddenly become nostalgic for their alma mater and they become more animated. One starts telling the story and others jump in, filling out details that are being left out, constantly trying to one up the other with something crazy that happened.

For this particular story, it was a late Sunday evening. Cadets were getting ready for the next day, many of them studying for final exams. The semester was coming to a close. A bunch of them would be commissioning shortly to officially join the Army and contribute their piece to the Global War on Terrorism. Just about everyone who has told me this story takes no responsibility for starting it. As they tell it, they either got a text or call from a friend telling them to come outside or that “something was going on,” or they heard the ruckus outside and went to investigate themselves. Cadets began gathering outside. American flags and chemlights appeared. Impromptu chants of “U-S-A!, U-S-A!” broke out all over the campus.

The cadets made their way as a group to the superintendent’s home, which is located right on campus. The superintendent, mind you, is a 3-star General (Lieutenant General). The cadets cheered (SUUUUPPEEE! SPEEECCCCHH!) and eventually the superintendent emerged, leading the cadets in a chant of “U-S-A!” and a rendition of the ROCKET. A bullhorn is passed up to the superintendent who then goes on to say it is a night to celebrate, but it is also a night to remember those who are still in the fight and all of those who died in the past decade. He then gently urges to the cadets to head back to the barracks to laughs and boos.

A bold cadet shouts “NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!”

Another cadet shouts “FUCK AL-QAEDA!” to the “oohs” and a muffled “too much” from another cadet.

Things are getting out of control. There’s a struggle happening between the senior officers’ desire to allow the cadets to celebrate (and them wanting to celebrate themselves) and measuring the event with a dose of discipline, respect, and maturity.

The night continues to spin. The cadets move about en masse, hurling toilet paper around. Green chemlights are waved and thrown as at a rave. Small fires burn casting an eerie glow over the cadets.

Someone douses a printer in lighter fluid, sets it ablaze, and sends it out a window.

The cadets sing the Star-Spangled Banner.

I imagine classes resumed pretty much as normal the next morning. Such a strange place, where in the evening things can be completely out of control, and the next morning, order and discipline.


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Why We Need West Point: Painfully written by an OCS guy

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Recently, there’s been a string of nasty essays written about why we should dismantle the United States Military Academies. The argument usually revolves around cost and the fact that we don’t actually need them. That is, we can produce the requisite number of officers through the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) and Officer Candidate Schools (OCS). As much as I love watching my West Point peers get worked up about it, and despite my undying loyalty to my own alma mater (OCS), I’m of the mind that the military academies are precious and valuable institutions that produce superior officers, and dismantling them would undermine the quality of officership in the military.

For the purpose of this post, I’ll refer mostly to the United States Military Academy at West Point, simply because it is the institution I have the most experience with by virtue of my daily interactions with its chief product (officers) over the past fourteen years.

While I refuse to come out and say that West Point graduates make better officers, I will say that on the whole, they are a different breed of officer. And while almost universally derided by subordinates and peers alike, they are invaluable to the work and mission of the United States Army.

Before getting into why West Point officers are different and uniquely valuable, it is important to briefly discuss some of the stereotypes that officers from the different commissioning sources face. Stereotypes, that while unfair, are often rooted in some reality.

The OCS officer is usually expected to be one of two extremes – either really good or a total dud. They are thought to be prior-service enlisted (although this is not always the case; most OCS officers are simply civilians with a college degree), and they are expected to be wiser through life experience and more in tune with the reality of doing the Army’s actual work. Similarly, the older ones might be accused of “burnout” by virtue of being older in a young man’s game, or getting too involved in “NCO business” and having a hard time staying in their lane as officers.

The ROTC officer usually comes in many more shades in terms of expected performance, being anywhere along the spectrum from “ok” to “great.” They are generally thought to have partied pretty hard in college, using ROTC as a kind of safety net that accidentally landed them in the military, and their stories of their college experience are invariably better and more interesting than their USMA and OCS peers.

The greatest (and most damning) stereotypes are reserved for West Point officers. When soldiers learn their next platoon leader or commanding officer is from West Point, it’s almost always followed by a deep breath and a mental bracing for impact, and usually an audible “Oh god…” West Point officers are generally thought to be a little more uptight and focused on mission accomplishment at all costs than other officers. The expectation is that the officer will be of the “Captain Sobel” of Band of Brothers fame variety. That is, strict, intense, and deeply committed to mission success, even if that success comes at the expense of his subordinates’ well-being.

Of course, all of these are stereotypes that unfairly color officers before they ever step in front of troops. These stereotypes exist though, and soldiers (and especially officers) are always interested to learn of one’s commissioning source as a snippet of information to either confirm or deny deeply held biases.

In my personal experience, some of the best officers I have ever worked with were graduates of West Point. I’ve met the quintessential, hard-charging, I’ve-read-every-platoon-leader-memoir-in-existence West Pointer who could have been a stand-in for Captain “your weekend pass is revoked” Sobel. I’ve also met “total bros” who would seem a better fit at Animal House than anything remotely military. And although I’ve met West Point officers whom I personally didn’t like, I’ve never met one that was wholly incompetent. Even the “bad” ones accomplish the mission, no matter how awkward or strange their behavior might seem.

The first time I had a real conversation about West Point as an institution was when I was working closely with a new Captain who was a graduate. I was a young and angry Sergeant at the time, and on our LESs, we had the same number of years of service. He made the argument that being a student at West Point is more of a military experience than a college experience, and he essentially served four more years than I did, despite what it said on his LES. I didn’t agree with him at the time, and thought this was just typical West Point ring knocking.

Over time, however, the more that I’ve learned about West Point and its traditions, the more I’ve come to agree with him.

If the logic holds true, that attending West Point is more of a military experience than a college one (and I think it does), then it should also hold true that those officers are receiving four (er, sometimes five) additional years of military experience that their ROTC and OCS counterparts just don’t get. From a younger age they are immersed in a military environment, and over time, everything that is supposed to be expected from an officer is ingrained. You just can’t do the same thing with a college student sporadically attending ROTC courses, or an OCS candidate who has just 12 weeks until pinning on a gold bar.

It’s also true that ROTC and OCS officers bring something different and unique to the service by virtue of their not being completely immersed in a military environment, which is why ROTC and OCS are also important to preserve.

I have a growing respect and admiration for my peers who graduated from our military academies. I am in awe of the work and dedication it takes to apply, get selected, and thrive there – in many ways because I was completely not prepared to do so myself at that age. I’m proud to serve alongside USMA graduates and wanted to write this gentle love letter, because I can imagine how frustrating it must be to have your alma mater drug through the mud every couple of months, and thought that as a non-USMA guy, I could offer a perspective not tarnished by years of doing The Rocket.


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