Radio Battalion is chock full of nerds. Edward Haines would know. He led them.
He signed an infantry contract in 1995. Somewhere in boot camp the Marine Corps pulled him out of his platoon, sat him in a back room, and had him do things with language and sound that nobody explained. He walked out of there a signals intelligence Marine and spent the next twenty years in rooms most people will never hear about.
Radio Recon selection on Friday the 13th, 1996. Reconnaissance course. Airborne. SERE. Three MEUs back to back out of First Radio Battalion in Hawaii, learning to swim in cammies with a kettlebell in his hands. During the invasion of Iraq he was pushed out forward of the infantry, because that is what recon means when it goes in front of your billet. Later, Fort Meade and the National Security Operations Center. Fifty-some Marines under him at one point. Two soldiers at another. Retired a Master Sergeant in 2015.
Ten years out, there are still parts he will not get into.
The men he led were not what you would picture. MIT dropouts who ran out of tuition money. Cal Berkeley guys. Linguists with top secret clearances at nineteen. All of them, by the needs of the Marine Corps, still had to sweep the parking lot and cut the bushes. Almost all of them understood that. One of them did not, and took his objection further than anyone at that battalion thought a person could take it.
By his last deployment to Afghanistan, Ed was I MEF, headquarters, behind the wire and full admin by his own description. He and some others ran CrossFit on base. A couple of the local Afghan linguists trained with them.
He got involved with some folks. He gave them names. Some of his linguists got out. He will tell you it is still twisted in his mind, because he knows they could not get everybody, and he knows there are people still over there who are afraid, and there is nothing he can do about it. That one keeps him up.
Also in this one: the MEU that flew its helicopters home and left his team stranded in the hills at Camp Pendleton, and how a payphone, a shopette, and a case of Natty Light got them back. The machine gunners who wore plastic vampire teeth on patrol in Iraq, in front of kids who had not seen an American since the eighties. Morse code at Fort Huachuca until the whole schoolhouse started clicking at each other in the chow line.
Today Ed is a licensed athletic trainer at Coronado High School in Henderson. He tapes ankles for kids who were not born when he first deployed. He will tell you he was not much of an athlete himself, that he made the football team rather than played on it, and not to go looking through the old papers for his name. Then he will tell those kids that not being the star does not mean your life stops here.
Twenty years of listening to people who did not know he was there. He is still not looking to be seen.
Guest: Edward Haines, USMC (Ret.), Master Sergeant, 20 years, SIGINT / 2600
Host: Ron "Ronnie" Long, USMC, OIF
1:17 Welcome back to Triple V
1:26 Growing up in Las Vegas
5:38 GI Joe, dad, and the recruiter's phone call
7:00 Why the military before college
8:39 Standards, and who can hold them
10:49 The special recruiter nobody tells you about
14:19 Morse code at Fort Huachuca
16:29 First Radio Battalion, Hawaii
19:56 Selection on Friday the 13th
20:48 Three MEUs back to back
24:44 The MEU left us in the hills
28:15 Kuwait, Camp Commando, and over the border
29:59 What Radio Recon actually does
32:39 Vampire teeth on patrol
34:00 Comms as an E-3 with nobody above or below
35:42 Delegation, burnout, and learning to let go
40:30 Why Ronnie does this
42:13 Too good for yard work
51:22 The fall of Kabul and the names he passed
56:32 What it costs, and who chooses to stay
59:36 Found and lost over there
1:01:21 Out in 2015, and the CrossFit gym that never happened
1:03:29 Finding athletic training
1:06:35 Working with teenagers who heal in front of you
1:08:45 Mentoring kids toward the military
1:11:18 The weekend brief
