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Camp Pozzi. GROM in Iraq - ebook
The capturing of the trans-shipment terminal near Umm Qasr, Iraq’s only deep water port, thwarting an attempt to blow up one of the Iraq’s major river dams, dozens of seized fighters and fellow comrades of Saddam Hussein’s Ba’ath Party…
For the first time ever Naval reveals the details of the background of the Polish GROM Unit and US Navy SEALs joint security operations, hitherto highly classified. In exceptionally hard conditions of the war front in Iraq, comradeship, close cooperation with the allies, and great professional integrity of GROM’s soldiers grew in importance. The Americans were amazed by GROM’s professionalism, flexibility, teamwork, honor, unity and warfare skills.
About the author:
Naval served in GROM for fourteen years as the operator of the combat unit. Most of his time in the unit he spent on foreign missions. He was decorated with highest combat medals awarded in Poland for personal valour accomplished abroad, including the Knight’s Cross of the Military Cross, granted for outstanding military merits, and the Commander’s Cross of the Military Cross, granted for most outstanding valour with risking one’s life. He also has the Grom Gold Badge, which is most honoured by the GROM personnel.
While serving in GROM Naval wrote and defended his MA thesis on special forces. He came a long way to get to GROM: he was a soldier of the First Special Regiment and he served in Lebanon a United Nation peacekeeping mission. In 2012 his name became public because of the Medal of Honor. Warfighter PC game. One of the two characters of GROM soldiers (which can be an avatar of the player) was modelled after Naval.
After demobbing he began to support with his knowledge and experience charity and non-governmental organisations, including Polish Humanitarian Action, and uniformed services. He is involved in social commitment (he does voluntary work for the Warsaw Uprising Museum) and runs his own company – Naval Polska. He is committed to physical activities, participating in extreme obstacle course racing like RUnmageddon, and in ultra log races of even 100 miles.
He is the autor of several books about his memories from his service in GROM: Surviving Belize (original title: Przetrwać Belize), Last on the Bandwagon (original title: Ostatnich gryzą psy), The Bay (original title: Zatoka), Camp Pozzi. His most recent book, Guys from Mars (original title: Chłopaki z Marsa), was written to to honour the memory of his fellow soldiers in GROM. Being committed to physical activities, he also wrote Extreme Training Guide (original title: Ekstremalnie. Poradnik treningowy).
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
1. Bill Pozzi
“Anybody home?” the rough voice of a somewhat older gentleman came from the doorstep of our bungalow. The voice woke us at high noon on our first day among the date palms, somewhere on the outskirts of Baghdad, in a settlement by one of Saddam’s palaces.
“Hi guys” — the melodic greeting that followed was a touch warmer.
Our English, when employed as a joint effort, was already good enough to welcome our guest and find out what he wanted from us — or rather, as it turned out, what we might want from him in our Iraqi reality.
“Pozzi, Bill Pozzi, I’m the Chief around here,” the gentleman, clad in American uniform pants and a brown T-shirt, introduced himself. “If you guys need anything, bring me a list, and I’ll take care of it or do some shopping at the PX.”
Saddam Hussein’s Palace in Baghdad
This is how Bill Pozzi greeted us. He must have been quite brawny once. In spite of his age, he hadn’t lost anything of his military bearing, and a slight belly only added to his stature. As a welcome gift, he brought us a box of batteries. “In this climate, they run out in no time, and you usually operate at night, so you all need to have a lot of these,” he explained, placing it on the table.
Entrance gate to Camp Jenny Pozzi with an inscription and the green mascot of the SEALs
Such are my memories of our first encounter with Bill Pozzi. Our guest turned out to be one of the oldest, if not the oldest Navy SEAL in the history of this legendary US Navy unit — and a living legend by the time we met him. His experience and dedication were impressive, and his age was an extra advantage — you could say that Pozzi knew literally everything there was to know about life in military bases. He asked us about simple things — needs so basic that they’re often overlooked, though they’re a part of every soldier’s daily life. Bill Pozzi joined the US Navy as a volunteer in a time when most young men avoided military service like the plague. Some of his friends would break their joints with pool cues and feign old football injuries, fearing a “fit for duty” opinion of the military medical board, which meant an unwanted conscription. It’s hardly surprising — the late 1960s were the period of military operations in the Indo-Chinese Peninsula (the Vietnam War), and, after all, not every young man has a warrior’s soul.
Pozzi first joined the US Navy reserve. He was absolutely convinced it was safer than serving in the infantry. He served as a submarine sailor for a time — and he didn’t like it. His vessel was so old it must have been operational during the Second World War. Pozzi worked as a mechanic. He often went to bed with his hair so greasy his head slipped off the pillow as he slept. And then he heard of the Navy SEALs, and he found his place among their ranks for many years (thirty to be exact). Initially, as he recalls, the Navy SEALs somehow reminded him of the Sea Hunt television series — it was all about beaches, girls, and beer, which seemed a good enough list of reasons to enlist. This is how, on our very first day of the war, we got to know a SEAL, whose service had started in the jungles of Vietnam. Who among us hasn’t seen Rambo?
It wasn’t a very long way home for us…
In Vietnam, the SEALs, including Pozzi, secured beaches ahead of Marine landings. It was a time of countless combat missions and patrols, and it was there that he first encountered an enemy face-to-face. Later in his career, he secured the landing of Apollo 12. He volunteered for the task, which definitely wasn’t easy — after the mission, he was just as exhausted as the astronauts returning from the Moon. This is how he became the first SEAL to meet the Apollo crew; his name appeared on TV. When Pozzi, at 54, wanted to enlist for the first Gulf War in 1990, the Medical Board rejected him as being “too old, too fat, and too dumb.” Being a keen expert, he ended up going to Iraq regardless, and later, in 2003, he greeted us in Baghdad. At that point, nobody reproached him because of his age, or his belly for that matter. Pozzi was the mastermind behind our base setup. He built the entire infrastructure from scratch, took care of our supplies — and, most importantly, he knew everything about our vehicles. He was also a generous man, raising money among the soldiers for a Catholic orphanage in Baghdad. Yet he remained a warrior until the very last days of his service, occasionally taking part in combat operations. The guy just loved to fight throughout his whole military career. No wonder our base was known as Camp Pozzi. Camp Jenny Pozzi, to be precise. Pozzi’s daughter was in the military too. He decided that instead of having the base named after him, he would rather honor her as a soldier. Thus, we called it Camp Jenny Pozzi.
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1 PX, Post Exchange, base exchange — a type of retail store found on United States military installations worldwide. Originally akin to trading posts, they now resemble contemporary department stores or strip malls.2. The Medical Board
“Naval!” one of our combat section commanders, Robson, called me over as I was climbing the stairs to the department on my first day back at the unit after returning from the Persian Gulf.
I had spent the last few weeks on mandatory leave, undergoing medical tests required upon our every return from a so-called mission abroad. Meanwhile, Robson got the order to form another component, which was to relieve some of the guys operating in Iraq and reinforce those staying. Without beating around the bush, he asked if I’d be willing to go to war under his command. Most of my section was in Iraq at the time, and I had just returned from the waters of the Persian Gulf; when you get right down to it, I could stay — but the most recent political decisions regarding the GROM meant that there were just enough of us at home to barely fill a roster for another round. Robson made it clear to me in a few words. “Sure, man, of course I’ll go” was the only answer I could give.
Our component was to be made up of three regular sections plus support from the guys in logistics, communications, and a few in operations. One section was to come from squadron “A”; another two were to be formed by the Maritime Element. I was overjoyed — it meant that guys who had just come back from the Gulf with me would be going as well. Robson said the experience we gained during our MIOs would count for a lot during the preparation period. Before we could start intensive training though, we had to take care of the mundane details of military life, collecting all the various defense department papers a soldier needs to be let off to war. The word “mission” surely doesn’t reflect what we did on the waters of the Persian Gulf — or what we were about to be doing in Iraq. Nowadays, the word “mission” is usually used to describe peacekeeping operations organized by the United Nations (I was on one of these in Lebanon). After the Persian Gulf, I know that our work there is not the same thing as a UN mission. Well — it’s all the same to us what they call it; for politicians and journalists, I guess, it’s a somewhat softer description of the truth of war.
As for the paperwork, let me let you in on who truly has the final say in whether or not you make it in army life. Nowadays, everyone who wants to be a soldier and go to war during their service has to be healthy as a horse. In the past, military service was compulsory for everyone — as long as the basic medical tests didn’t show anything that would disqualify them. Now it’s doctors that are the masters of service and war — specifically, the Military Medical Board. In my personal archive, the biggest pile of paper comes from the Board in Warsaw. I have a bunch of different health certificates and statements of fitness for service, depending on what regulations were in force at a given time. It never occurred to the MON machine that a soldier might be deployed to operations abroad more than once, not to mention many times at short intervals. Each and every time, before you go anywhere, you have to appear before the Board and get a full range of medical tests. Regardless of the fact that every soldier — like any other employee — undergoes mandatory annual check-ups, you will be tested in detail. You have to be fit as a fiddle to go off to war. Of course, vaccination is supposed to help keep you healthy — OK, I understand that; what I’m driving at, though, is that the whole medical system is poised and ready to test soldier after soldier almost at the drop of a hat. Here you don’t have to sign up and wait your turn for months — but it’s completely different if you’re sick, or, even worse, wounded, as we saw by Strażak’s example; more on that later. Why am I writing about this? Because the amount of time spent by a countless number of soldiers, including myself, sitting or standing by the door to some specialist’s office is certainly noteworthy. These specialists could use their time to see people who really need help — and the healthy military, instead of sitting around in clinics, could be undergoing training, and learning useful skills relevant to their work. Every soldier must be examined thoroughly: blood, urine, hearing, eyesight, heart, head, bone, skin — and a few x-rays on top of that. You must be fit like an eighteen-year-old recruit. So you stand in a winding line of perfectly healthy guys waiting to visit the internist, the cardiologist, the laryngologist, the dentist, the neurologist, the dermatologist, the ophthalmologist, the psychologist, the psychiatrist... After returning home, you go right back to those same lines to get tested for any injuries sustained during the mission (that much, at least, makes sense).
I’m not complaining about the check-ups — but consider this: I come back from a mission at the start of the year, so I get a full round of tests. I’m a combat diver, so I go to the Navy Medical Board in Gdynia, hoping they rule that I’m still fit for the job. The tests are nearly identical to those I had a month earlier after my return from the Gulf, but the doctors in Gdynia don’t accept the results from Warsaw. I only succeed in persuading them not to x-ray my chest since I have such a nice photo of my lungs from a month ago. I come back to Warsaw only to get a letter calling me to appear before the Military Medical Board if I want to qualify for another round abroad. It’s not the same institution that examined me upon my return — so the whole process is set in motion all over again. Had I come back from the mission before the end of the year, I would have had a fourth set of tests. Of course, in the meantime, I have undergone regular check-ups, because our HR department records need to be kept up to date as well. For some unknown reason, no one seems concerned by the fact that I’m about to start glowing in the dark from all the x-rays; that, instead of training, I spend four weeks every year standing around in queues at healthcare institutions. Medical boards have their own regulations, and if you depart too much from their definition of healthy, they may decide you can’t go to war since you’ve lost one tooth too many or have a crooked nose. Yet, as soon as you get back, they’ll try their damndest to prove you’re the picture of health, just to avoid having to spend a dime or two on your rehabilitation.
During medical tests, we did what we could to try and simplify things. Doctors are people too, so sometimes we managed to get inside in groups of two or three and get the stamps to confirm our fitness for duty, earning the gratitude of all the actually sick people waiting in line. Sometimes it took creativity to demonstrate that we were fine and fit — whoever had better eyesight would go to the eye doctor, while those with better hearing waited in line for the laryngologist. One day in Gdynia, a nurse asked for my friend’s last name to enter it in the patient record, and the only answer she got was “uhhhhh,” followed by the creak of the door shutting behind him. “So nervous he forgot his own name,” she must have thought…
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2 MIO – Maritime Interdiction Operations – naval operations aimed at delaying, destroying, or disrupting enemy forces or supplies on their way to the battle area.
3 Ministerstwo Obrony Narodowej (MON) – Ministry of National Defense, Poland.
“Anybody home?” the rough voice of a somewhat older gentleman came from the doorstep of our bungalow. The voice woke us at high noon on our first day among the date palms, somewhere on the outskirts of Baghdad, in a settlement by one of Saddam’s palaces.
“Hi guys” — the melodic greeting that followed was a touch warmer.
Our English, when employed as a joint effort, was already good enough to welcome our guest and find out what he wanted from us — or rather, as it turned out, what we might want from him in our Iraqi reality.
“Pozzi, Bill Pozzi, I’m the Chief around here,” the gentleman, clad in American uniform pants and a brown T-shirt, introduced himself. “If you guys need anything, bring me a list, and I’ll take care of it or do some shopping at the PX.”
Saddam Hussein’s Palace in Baghdad
This is how Bill Pozzi greeted us. He must have been quite brawny once. In spite of his age, he hadn’t lost anything of his military bearing, and a slight belly only added to his stature. As a welcome gift, he brought us a box of batteries. “In this climate, they run out in no time, and you usually operate at night, so you all need to have a lot of these,” he explained, placing it on the table.
Entrance gate to Camp Jenny Pozzi with an inscription and the green mascot of the SEALs
Such are my memories of our first encounter with Bill Pozzi. Our guest turned out to be one of the oldest, if not the oldest Navy SEAL in the history of this legendary US Navy unit — and a living legend by the time we met him. His experience and dedication were impressive, and his age was an extra advantage — you could say that Pozzi knew literally everything there was to know about life in military bases. He asked us about simple things — needs so basic that they’re often overlooked, though they’re a part of every soldier’s daily life. Bill Pozzi joined the US Navy as a volunteer in a time when most young men avoided military service like the plague. Some of his friends would break their joints with pool cues and feign old football injuries, fearing a “fit for duty” opinion of the military medical board, which meant an unwanted conscription. It’s hardly surprising — the late 1960s were the period of military operations in the Indo-Chinese Peninsula (the Vietnam War), and, after all, not every young man has a warrior’s soul.
Pozzi first joined the US Navy reserve. He was absolutely convinced it was safer than serving in the infantry. He served as a submarine sailor for a time — and he didn’t like it. His vessel was so old it must have been operational during the Second World War. Pozzi worked as a mechanic. He often went to bed with his hair so greasy his head slipped off the pillow as he slept. And then he heard of the Navy SEALs, and he found his place among their ranks for many years (thirty to be exact). Initially, as he recalls, the Navy SEALs somehow reminded him of the Sea Hunt television series — it was all about beaches, girls, and beer, which seemed a good enough list of reasons to enlist. This is how, on our very first day of the war, we got to know a SEAL, whose service had started in the jungles of Vietnam. Who among us hasn’t seen Rambo?
It wasn’t a very long way home for us…
In Vietnam, the SEALs, including Pozzi, secured beaches ahead of Marine landings. It was a time of countless combat missions and patrols, and it was there that he first encountered an enemy face-to-face. Later in his career, he secured the landing of Apollo 12. He volunteered for the task, which definitely wasn’t easy — after the mission, he was just as exhausted as the astronauts returning from the Moon. This is how he became the first SEAL to meet the Apollo crew; his name appeared on TV. When Pozzi, at 54, wanted to enlist for the first Gulf War in 1990, the Medical Board rejected him as being “too old, too fat, and too dumb.” Being a keen expert, he ended up going to Iraq regardless, and later, in 2003, he greeted us in Baghdad. At that point, nobody reproached him because of his age, or his belly for that matter. Pozzi was the mastermind behind our base setup. He built the entire infrastructure from scratch, took care of our supplies — and, most importantly, he knew everything about our vehicles. He was also a generous man, raising money among the soldiers for a Catholic orphanage in Baghdad. Yet he remained a warrior until the very last days of his service, occasionally taking part in combat operations. The guy just loved to fight throughout his whole military career. No wonder our base was known as Camp Pozzi. Camp Jenny Pozzi, to be precise. Pozzi’s daughter was in the military too. He decided that instead of having the base named after him, he would rather honor her as a soldier. Thus, we called it Camp Jenny Pozzi.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
1 PX, Post Exchange, base exchange — a type of retail store found on United States military installations worldwide. Originally akin to trading posts, they now resemble contemporary department stores or strip malls.2. The Medical Board
“Naval!” one of our combat section commanders, Robson, called me over as I was climbing the stairs to the department on my first day back at the unit after returning from the Persian Gulf.
I had spent the last few weeks on mandatory leave, undergoing medical tests required upon our every return from a so-called mission abroad. Meanwhile, Robson got the order to form another component, which was to relieve some of the guys operating in Iraq and reinforce those staying. Without beating around the bush, he asked if I’d be willing to go to war under his command. Most of my section was in Iraq at the time, and I had just returned from the waters of the Persian Gulf; when you get right down to it, I could stay — but the most recent political decisions regarding the GROM meant that there were just enough of us at home to barely fill a roster for another round. Robson made it clear to me in a few words. “Sure, man, of course I’ll go” was the only answer I could give.
Our component was to be made up of three regular sections plus support from the guys in logistics, communications, and a few in operations. One section was to come from squadron “A”; another two were to be formed by the Maritime Element. I was overjoyed — it meant that guys who had just come back from the Gulf with me would be going as well. Robson said the experience we gained during our MIOs would count for a lot during the preparation period. Before we could start intensive training though, we had to take care of the mundane details of military life, collecting all the various defense department papers a soldier needs to be let off to war. The word “mission” surely doesn’t reflect what we did on the waters of the Persian Gulf — or what we were about to be doing in Iraq. Nowadays, the word “mission” is usually used to describe peacekeeping operations organized by the United Nations (I was on one of these in Lebanon). After the Persian Gulf, I know that our work there is not the same thing as a UN mission. Well — it’s all the same to us what they call it; for politicians and journalists, I guess, it’s a somewhat softer description of the truth of war.
As for the paperwork, let me let you in on who truly has the final say in whether or not you make it in army life. Nowadays, everyone who wants to be a soldier and go to war during their service has to be healthy as a horse. In the past, military service was compulsory for everyone — as long as the basic medical tests didn’t show anything that would disqualify them. Now it’s doctors that are the masters of service and war — specifically, the Military Medical Board. In my personal archive, the biggest pile of paper comes from the Board in Warsaw. I have a bunch of different health certificates and statements of fitness for service, depending on what regulations were in force at a given time. It never occurred to the MON machine that a soldier might be deployed to operations abroad more than once, not to mention many times at short intervals. Each and every time, before you go anywhere, you have to appear before the Board and get a full range of medical tests. Regardless of the fact that every soldier — like any other employee — undergoes mandatory annual check-ups, you will be tested in detail. You have to be fit as a fiddle to go off to war. Of course, vaccination is supposed to help keep you healthy — OK, I understand that; what I’m driving at, though, is that the whole medical system is poised and ready to test soldier after soldier almost at the drop of a hat. Here you don’t have to sign up and wait your turn for months — but it’s completely different if you’re sick, or, even worse, wounded, as we saw by Strażak’s example; more on that later. Why am I writing about this? Because the amount of time spent by a countless number of soldiers, including myself, sitting or standing by the door to some specialist’s office is certainly noteworthy. These specialists could use their time to see people who really need help — and the healthy military, instead of sitting around in clinics, could be undergoing training, and learning useful skills relevant to their work. Every soldier must be examined thoroughly: blood, urine, hearing, eyesight, heart, head, bone, skin — and a few x-rays on top of that. You must be fit like an eighteen-year-old recruit. So you stand in a winding line of perfectly healthy guys waiting to visit the internist, the cardiologist, the laryngologist, the dentist, the neurologist, the dermatologist, the ophthalmologist, the psychologist, the psychiatrist... After returning home, you go right back to those same lines to get tested for any injuries sustained during the mission (that much, at least, makes sense).
I’m not complaining about the check-ups — but consider this: I come back from a mission at the start of the year, so I get a full round of tests. I’m a combat diver, so I go to the Navy Medical Board in Gdynia, hoping they rule that I’m still fit for the job. The tests are nearly identical to those I had a month earlier after my return from the Gulf, but the doctors in Gdynia don’t accept the results from Warsaw. I only succeed in persuading them not to x-ray my chest since I have such a nice photo of my lungs from a month ago. I come back to Warsaw only to get a letter calling me to appear before the Military Medical Board if I want to qualify for another round abroad. It’s not the same institution that examined me upon my return — so the whole process is set in motion all over again. Had I come back from the mission before the end of the year, I would have had a fourth set of tests. Of course, in the meantime, I have undergone regular check-ups, because our HR department records need to be kept up to date as well. For some unknown reason, no one seems concerned by the fact that I’m about to start glowing in the dark from all the x-rays; that, instead of training, I spend four weeks every year standing around in queues at healthcare institutions. Medical boards have their own regulations, and if you depart too much from their definition of healthy, they may decide you can’t go to war since you’ve lost one tooth too many or have a crooked nose. Yet, as soon as you get back, they’ll try their damndest to prove you’re the picture of health, just to avoid having to spend a dime or two on your rehabilitation.
During medical tests, we did what we could to try and simplify things. Doctors are people too, so sometimes we managed to get inside in groups of two or three and get the stamps to confirm our fitness for duty, earning the gratitude of all the actually sick people waiting in line. Sometimes it took creativity to demonstrate that we were fine and fit — whoever had better eyesight would go to the eye doctor, while those with better hearing waited in line for the laryngologist. One day in Gdynia, a nurse asked for my friend’s last name to enter it in the patient record, and the only answer she got was “uhhhhh,” followed by the creak of the door shutting behind him. “So nervous he forgot his own name,” she must have thought…
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3 Ministerstwo Obrony Narodowej (MON) – Ministry of National Defense, Poland.
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