Some people know me as Meddy from Twitter Spaces and have been subjected to my ramblings about the Ukraine and what I believe is going on.
This is going to be ‘raw” Meddy and I am just going to write like I want to. I am not going to apologize for the language I choose or the topics I wish to scribble about.

If I need to be corrected on information I am talking about PLEASE DO SO!!! I am an adult and my goal is to be as truthful as possible.
Nothing else will stand the test of time.

I have been infatuated with Military History and Armored Warfare since I was able to check out my first library book. My father put his old tin can helmet liner on my head and I felt so proud of him that I wanted to be in the Army like him. (He was also in the Navy but those silly little Popeye hats and bell bottom uniforms they had back then I think I hated that even more then the actual U.S. Army Class A “Pickle Suit” designed by guys who obviously never wanted anyone in the Army to steal away the supply of woman fawning over a Marines dress Blues because its the only way they keep those raging maniacs in control. They are always “first in” and that extends to the panties of those females around them. You never heard a word of woman thinking “moist” thoughts about a Corporal in the old Class A dress greens. Add the “cunt cap” and you were beating off into a sock as you listen to the Marine “exercise” all night next door with female “friends” they met through you. Life was way tougher back then and its all because everyone hated their fucking dress uniforms but the Marines and they made sure to rub it in.

My dad took me to his units Family Day and I was introduced to my first tank and that was it. I was smitten by that old rusting M-48 with the ranging optics and the old “Fucking Kill Me Now!” searchlight for night fighting. They couldn’t get me off the damn thing. So to do so the TC (Tank Commander) told my dad that he would sneak me into the turret and let me ride in the Gunners seat if I would listen to my day and not tell anyone. I literally pissed my pants with excitement.

(It was later reveled to me that this had been the plan all along. The TC was a friend of my fathers from another unit he was with previously as a radio operator.)

From that ride on it all I wanted to be was “Tank Man” as a kid.

So I joined the US Army Reserves as a 19E which is an M60A3 Tank Crewman. I initially started as in a training unit which we taught armor tactics, strategy, weapons systems out in the field training other units. I eventually let partying and whims of woman (yes ladies I mean you when your 18 as well) over rule my duty to the unit I was with. Because of all the shit I was around and doing I honestly did not think I would live longer then 1 year if I continued down the path I was. I was still a juvenile dipshit but smart enough to know where I was headed.

“Why is Meddy rambling all this?” you ask yourself.

Because…

When I moved back to Massachusetts I was a chubby long haired raging drunken shitbag PFC who didn’t know shit and didn’t care at the time take his duty, or training, seriously when I transferred to D-Troop 5th Cav.

Top walked me his office sat me down and told me the flat out truth:

“Son, you right now are not worthy to be in this unit or serving your country. I understand you are young and have growing up to do but we are not going to baby sit you or tolerate any of your shitbag habits or bullshit. We can just agree to do a general discharge and we can all move on. Go home, clean your shit up, come back a soldier or do not come back at all. We will mail you the paperwork.”

This is almost verbatim in my head because it slapped me so hard I could never forget it. It hit me in the feels so fucking hard I felt it back it all the way back to the first time I wore the uniform after graduation and thought I was a real soldier but I became the shitbag every unit wants to get rid of. I packed my gear up in my duffel bag and left knowing no one wanted me on their crew.

I didn’t think I would be back at that moment either.

But I did, and that pile-driver of reality shaped the rest of my service. I learned that to “be” a soldier you must be worthy enough to serve your country and fight with those around you.

I immediately went home, got a gym membership, cut my hair, started to eat nothing but broiled chicken breast, rice cakes, and salad. The next drill I showed up about 7 pounds lighter, clean, and more importantly ready to prove them all wrong.

Your man Meddy does NOT like his honor tampered with especially when he is the one doing the tampering.

It took time to prove myself to my new crew as a driver even but I did.

I became a good soldier and was called of all things “Tank Ninja” by my fellow tank crewmen. I got my own tank about 2 years later and me, my crew, and my unit were sent to Gage Town, Canada because NTC was full and we needed to do live fire unit training. Word was we were going from there to the coast and off to Iraq during Desert Storm. We never deployed beyond Canada, so only if fighting with Canadian store clerks is considered combat I have never faced that beast or the one you must face within only combat soldiers will ever know. Anyone who says they know they will be Captain America when they face combat for the first time is a idiot.

Only those that know how they will react in combat are the ones who have been in it and survived. Everything else is bravadic bullshit.

“Will Meddy finally get to the fucking point already?” you are now asking yourself.

Yes. Here is my point. I have studied warfare since a child. I have read more history books then I can count. I know I have over 150 military history books on Audible.com alone. I actually have far more then that because I used multiple different Audio book services for years. I go to bed listening and when I am not yapping on Twitter Spaces I am most likely listening to an audio book about war. I was trained by our military as a tank commander in Soviet Armor strategies and tactics for real. I have access to my old training manuals some are called “TraDocs” which are really cool because they update what the Soviets were doing at the time with their Equipment....if I can find them.

I was also trained in things like best penetration points of a T-72 tanks, how they react to certain combat situations and why. All of this is of course leads me to view things a bit more differently then others who may write or talk about when it comes to the Ukraine. I have been following the use of Russian armor in Syria and their lessons learned there.

I can in one picture show you reasons why the Ukrainian reliance on Man portable Anti Tank Missiles have NOT been as effective as the WEST thought or claimed they would be and I will post that soon.

I have been studying and paying attention to the Ukraine since 2017 when I was looking for footage of a T-72 brewing up and popping its turret. At first I was all against anything Russian related happening in the Ukraine because at the time I did not know the actual story. Like you, I was never told about it and oddly enough seeing how we are on the brink of nuclear war over the Ukraine you would think a little more would have been said about the country in the media but we all now how that story ends, or never begins for that matter.

So now I am going to write about it through my eyes and using my opinions along with others to try to bring some reality to what is actually happening on a military level.

I am NOT Patton.

I am not trying to be Patton.

I am just reading tea leaves like anyone else.

Please share if you find this bullshit useful or amusing.

If not….Meh.