Post by BG Anne McKenna on Jan 16, 2018 1:20:34 GMT -5
....going off the end of the City-State thread.....
Next morning, Belle Isle....
There are certainties in life, Colonel McKenna thought as she finished running the length of the island's perimeter, starting at the entrance of the yacht club building and finishing back up at the entrance, and one of those, she thought, catching her breath as she finished her morning run, is the need to get the day started the age-old Army way. For her, whenever possible, that was running. To McKenna, she wanted the rest of the soldiers under her command to know that their commander was just as ready to be up at the crack of dawn as they were; it also gave her the opportunity to survey things as they were rather as they were presented elsewhere.
Dashing inside, McKenna headed up to her quarters on the third floor (as military commander of Belle Isle, they were located on the same floor as the civilian leadership on the Island) and grabbed her shower kit; fifteen minutes later - and feeling a lot better afterward - McKenna headed back upstairs and got dressed for the day: ACU uniform, ACU helmet and ballistic vest. Lacing up her boots, she thought about the day's plans...other than conversing with Master Sergeant Bouchard about the plans for his SF team, the day's activities would essentially be escorting Colonel Hargrave and her command team up the MSR on a route patrol-staff ride over to Coleman Young Airport, where 5th Regiment would be located at. McArthur wants the eastern side of Detroit secured, we'll get it done or we'll die trying, she mused as she checked and double-checked her gear. Satisfied everything was in place, she slung her M4 carbine over her shoulder and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat and, after that, talk to Bouchard about the mission to come.
Bounding down the stairs, McKenna stopped by the radio room and asked one of the communications people there to get hold of MSgt. Bouchard and have him meet her in the dining hall; once that was done, she proceeded to head down to the ground floor, bounding down the stairs at a quick pace. Once down, she turned and headed over to the dining hall, which was still serving breakfast and coffee; checking her carbine at the door, McKenna grabbed a plate of venison and biscuits, along with a cup of coffee and grabbed a seat along the wall so that she could survey the hall without having to turn to look anywhere.
Digging into her plate - whoever cooks here could make a fortune if civilization ever returns, she mused - McKenna got out her notebook and dispatches and began going over them once again, making sure she had her information in order by the time MSgt. Bouchard joined her...
Next morning, Belle Isle....
There are certainties in life, Colonel McKenna thought as she finished running the length of the island's perimeter, starting at the entrance of the yacht club building and finishing back up at the entrance, and one of those, she thought, catching her breath as she finished her morning run, is the need to get the day started the age-old Army way. For her, whenever possible, that was running. To McKenna, she wanted the rest of the soldiers under her command to know that their commander was just as ready to be up at the crack of dawn as they were; it also gave her the opportunity to survey things as they were rather as they were presented elsewhere.
Dashing inside, McKenna headed up to her quarters on the third floor (as military commander of Belle Isle, they were located on the same floor as the civilian leadership on the Island) and grabbed her shower kit; fifteen minutes later - and feeling a lot better afterward - McKenna headed back upstairs and got dressed for the day: ACU uniform, ACU helmet and ballistic vest. Lacing up her boots, she thought about the day's plans...other than conversing with Master Sergeant Bouchard about the plans for his SF team, the day's activities would essentially be escorting Colonel Hargrave and her command team up the MSR on a route patrol-staff ride over to Coleman Young Airport, where 5th Regiment would be located at. McArthur wants the eastern side of Detroit secured, we'll get it done or we'll die trying, she mused as she checked and double-checked her gear. Satisfied everything was in place, she slung her M4 carbine over her shoulder and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat and, after that, talk to Bouchard about the mission to come.
Bounding down the stairs, McKenna stopped by the radio room and asked one of the communications people there to get hold of MSgt. Bouchard and have him meet her in the dining hall; once that was done, she proceeded to head down to the ground floor, bounding down the stairs at a quick pace. Once down, she turned and headed over to the dining hall, which was still serving breakfast and coffee; checking her carbine at the door, McKenna grabbed a plate of venison and biscuits, along with a cup of coffee and grabbed a seat along the wall so that she could survey the hall without having to turn to look anywhere.
Digging into her plate - whoever cooks here could make a fortune if civilization ever returns, she mused - McKenna got out her notebook and dispatches and began going over them once again, making sure she had her information in order by the time MSgt. Bouchard joined her...