The Screaming Eagles!!
Welcome to Fort Campbell, Home of the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault). Fort Campbell lies on the Kentucky- Tennessee border between the towns of Hopkinsville, KY and Clarksville, TN, and is about 60 miles northwest of Nashville on I-24. In this location personnel at the Fort share in the heritage of two states rich in historical and natural endowments. Within an hour drive of the post are numerous outdoor recreation areas such as "Land Between the Lakes." On post are a variety of activities. Both Kentucky and Tennessee were among the earliest states to be settled west of the Appalachians, and the local area abounds with interesting historical sites dating from the early days of settlement in the late 1700's, through the Civil War era to the present. The Fort itself was opened in 1942 and was named after William B. Campbell, a Tennessee statesman and Brigadier General of the United States Volunteers during the Civil War. Although nearly two-thirds of the 105,000 acres of post are actually in Tenn essee, the post office is located in Kentucky, and the identification lies with that state. On post are more than 4,100 family housing units, and social, religious, and recreational activities to support these and off-post families. Fort Campbell has a large post exchange-commissary complex to facilitate shopping, seven dependent schools on-post, recreation accommodations for all seasons, and a new modern hospital for 24-hour medical service, ( to name just a few available services.) The 101st Airborne Screaming Eagles stationed at Fort Campbell are members of the only air assault division in the world, hence the designation 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault). The designation indicates that the helicopter is the primary means of transportation for the division. Gone are the days of the helicopter as a taxi; tactics, logistics, and training are now all based upon the helicopter and soldiers forming a coordinated combat team. We're very proud of our role in the vanguard of this field. We hope you en joy your time at Fort Campbell, whether it be a permanent assignment, a short visit or a trip via the Internet!
My Daughter Jackie
The Military The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student,pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155 mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.He has trouble spelling,thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenadelauncher and use either one effectively if he must.He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one andwears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. he sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle whenyou run low.He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like theywere his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that ishis job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his bodywhile at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather,he is paying the price for our freedom . Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that kept this country free for over 200 yearHe has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War As you go to bed tonight,remember this shot..A short lull, a little shade
and a picture of loved ones in their helmets us to do so. when our nation calls
