HEADBANGERS BALL E13-The End of Era...Goodbye Germany

What's goin on Tac Army!? I'm Erick Benhardtson, your host for TMTV's Headbangers Ball!

The hardest day is when you meet guys in the Army you then become Brothers with. Because the machine rolls on without you being a part of the equation, to the Army, you're a billet number, an expendable asset to be thrown into the battle to ensure Momma Country will never fall into the hands of those who wish to take her over. Yet, the real enemy to the soldier is the politician. The one who will start the problem you have to go finish. You build these brotherhoods, forged in both beer and battle, training until you can't do it anymore, yet your Brother tells you to never quit and you to him in reverse when the body doesn't wanna play soldier anymore.

Bonds built in blood when backs are watched and barfights ensue, bonds built when someone tries to kill him and you in some far-off land the dolt that didn't have the balls to stand post can't even pick out on a map.

A shoulder and an ear, you say nothing as you console a loss in silence together, both Brothers in Arms and your family, becomes their family.

Eventually, the Army says, "It’s time for you to go someplace else." and you have your orders in hand...to go to another unit.

You've being given a special going away party. The night before you're supposed to get on the plane of destiny and fly 1000s of miles from those you love as family. Brothers left behind. As you look over your shoulder, one last time before passing through security, you give a smirk of smile and a wave "Love you, Bros! We will see each other again!" you scream, and they say, "Yeah fuck you too, man! We'll see you when we see you! Love you too, Bro! That one last brave act when you turn, and the emotion rises up into you like a sledgehammer on your heart. You sit waiting for the plane to board, hungover...very...hungover. You put your face into your hands and just...let it all out. Then, a hand on your shoulder, "Hey man. I know what you're going through." as you see another soldier sit beside you. An older Noncommissioned Officer. "Gotta get it past it, Young Soldier. What you're experiencing is what we call in the Army, The end of an era. When you get to your next duty station, it's going to happen over and over, man. Where you headed?"

"Fort Bragg, 82nd Airborne. Dream job. I'll be jumpin outta planes for a living, Sergeant."

"Great duty station. Trust me, son. You're gonna make friends there too. And you'll repeat this until you're either retired, or dead. It's what the machine is. We're just its moving parts. Ruck up, Troop, it's what your buddies would want you to do."

And he got up and walked until I couldn't see him anymore.

I loaded my plane. Flew off to Fort Bragg, NC, ended up comin' in a puddle jumper. Waiting for me was my then wife. I'll keep that memory to myself.

Before the internet. We only had two ways of commo. The telephone and the Post Office. That was it. No cell phones, no instant messenger, no Snap Chat or Zoom Calls, just a telephone and snail mail.

Thanks to Jump Pay, it helped cover the cost of long-distance calls. Then this...CD came in the mail. AOL it said. Load it into the CD Drive of your computer and let the computer do the rest.

A new age and era of communication had begun. This thing called "Email”; I didn't have to write letters anymore? Hell yes. And I was able to stay in touch with my Brothers back in Germany. We still used Snail Mail, because I recorded Headbangers Ball shows and the guys got them, every week or so, along with care packages.

And that...is how today's show is today's show is about. The music we shared the music that brought us seven misfits together. And now, I'm sharing it with you. Some you may have heard of some you haven't. All I know is this. I'm still Brothers with those we still have and those we've lost over the years. Family. Because even though an end of an era did occur...we're still fuckin here! DOGWA FOR LIFE!

So, with that said, put on your best, call up all your crew, get ready for the ruckus, crank this shit to 11, tell your friend to hold your beer, get in that pit and lose your fuckin' mind! THIS IS YOUR...HEADBANGERS BALL!

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