John nodded at the preoccupied worker and stepped out the door finding the delivery truck still uld he really be this lucky? he thought. At that moment the back service door opened and an employee pushed a hand-truck through overflowing with sundry items.
John grabbed one and slipped it on without skipping a beat. There were a couple employee smocks hanging near the lockers, the type with the store logo and plastic name tag. Looking around he spotted a makeshift break area and some lockers. He headed into the back employee area as if seeking the bathroom.
His mind raced.he side stepped into a drugstore to try to compose a plan. His heart sank as he approached the end of the block and an MRAP squealed to a halt, troopers jumping out and beginning to erect barricades. Remembering his training, he hunched down in the crowd as he slipped on the sock hat and glasses he had in his pocket. The general public had grown all too accustomed to the “snap checkpoints” and “safety inspections” that used to only exist in some abstract faraway combat zone. He knew he had little time to create distance before they cordoned off the whole area for blocks in each direction. He dashed to the opposite end of the alley, took a deep breath and stepped casually into the midday shopping crowd crawling the downtown sidewalks. The events from hours earlier began their mental replay again - after he had squeezed out of the tiny café bathroom window and found no storm-trooper waiting to engage him in the alley, he knew he could not go home again and was officially on the run. John sunk back down, not wishing to be ejected into a pine tree at 50 some odd miles an hour. He was not quite erect before the engineer growled at him to keep out of sight or he would kick him out right here and now. He started to stand from his curled up position in the corner of the cab behind the engineer. The adrenaline had finally subsided, but while his endocrine system may have adjusted to his current situation, his brain refused to be so accommodating. He forced his eyes closed and tried to focus on the vibrations the big locomotive was producing.anything to quiet his mind from replaying the events of the last twelve hours. John shifted uncomfortably as he pulled the scratchy, surplus wool blanket to his side to plug an annoying draft. IPB= Intelligence Prep of the BattlefieldĬontinuation (part 3) of the ongoing "learning through fiction" series. This becomes a Decision Point, and the CCIR is transformed into the more specific PIR: "Will the 1-23 Tank Battalion counterattack into Objective BOB or JOHN (between 08 hours)?" Note that in order to qualify as a PIR you need three items: 1) A Single Question concerning an enemy status 2) A link to a Decision Point (High Payoff Targets are just specialized Decision Points) 3) A specific time interval that the Question is related to the Decision."ĬCIR= Commander's Critical Information RequirementsĬUB= Common Understanding of the BattlefieldįFIR= Friendly Force Information RequirementsĮEFI= Essential Elements of Friendly Information During the wargame the staff realizes that the effect of this enemy action is significant enough that it will require the commander to make a decision on the use of attack helicopters. During your IPB you might identify the details about that reserve (it's the 1-23 Tank Battalion, etc), but you won't know WHERE it will attack until it actually starts to move.
The initial CCIR was "Where will the enemy counterattack with his reserve?". "The enemy has a reserve which can be used to counterattack into either Objective BOB or Objective JOHN. The questions you need to ask yourself as you read this are:ġ) How can an enemy use this process against me?Ģ) How can I use this process against an enemy?ģ) How would I need to modify the process to make it a useful tool in my unit's current configuration? A good read on understanding the Intelligence building cycle.
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