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Battalion History

History & Awards:

History of the 15th Field Artillery Regiment

I am the eyes and cold steel guns of the 15th Field Artillery Regiment - Let's Go! Born on the fairgrounds of Syracuse, New York in 1917, I was formed from the cadre of the 4th Field and molded into a combat-ready battalion of experts ready to take on the Hun in World War I. Assigned to the Indianhead Division, I met the enemy face to fave, locked him in mortal combat, and passed the test of valor. I fired 285,000 rounds to rid the world of a terrible aggressor mercilessly pursuing him across the Aisne, Marne, Meuse, Moselle, and finally the Rhine. All for my country and all for our infantry brethren. In doing so, I earned my reputation and name "Allons!"

When I returned, following the 9th Manchus of 2nd Infantry Division, I trained as part of their team to provide fires if and when called to do so, and in 1940 I was on Omaha Beach at St. Lorent Sur Mer, Normandy. As we ripped the grip of Nazi tyranny from the lands of our European partners, I stood victorious in every fight. I lived my motto - Let's Go! As we swept the Axis from Northern France, and the Rhineland. Across the frozen forests of the Ardennes, I destroyed our enemy's final push with my devastating steel on target. Knocking them off their feet at the Battle of the Bulge. I rolled across Central Europe placing the final blows with the last of my 151,000 rounds. With my awesome firepower, I completed the defeat of Hitler's Army, shouting all the way - Let's Go!

Following my Manchu brethren to the Land of the Morning Calm, I took my place at their right hand to stand against the war cries from the North in 1948. Warily watching the restless Red Armies gather, I stood my ground from fire bases well prepared to fight this new darkness. And when the Manchu were provoked, they heard our battle cry - Let's Go! - as we stepped off ready to meet our foe. From the Pusan perimeter I fired the devastating steel that began our push north. At places like Changboag-ni and Bloody Ridge, I proved my valor earning the medal of honor and the distinguished service cross as I fired the protective fires and over 14,400 rounds within 24 hours to protect my infantry brethren. I shook the ground at the price in blood, and fought the warring Chinese invader to a standstill. Always ready, always strong, with our motto at the tip of our tongue - Let's Go!

Among the few selected to stay and protect our South Korean allies, I maintained the vigilance from across the 38th parallel, prepared to cross the hundreds of miles of icy mountains, negotiate the rice patties, and support my infantry if the Red Armies were to descend. But my strength deterred their aggression and my vigilance protecting the blood-soaked ground won the day - Let's Go!

When war's claxon sounded in far-off Vietnam, I was one of the first to answer the call. I raised my head from a mighty slumber to show my devastating power in fourteen major campaigns. I fired my first rounds in Vietnam on 16 July 1967. From the Tet Offensive, and on fire bases such as LZ English, Uplift, Pony, and Crusader, through numerous counteroffensives at places like Pleiku, An Khe, and the Binh Dinh Province, I dug in deep, fired my 105mm, 175mm, and 8-inch guns straight and true, paid the price in blood, stood my ground, and earned another medal of honor, never letting my infantry brothers down. Always ready, firing 360,000 rounds on the way, echoing the sound of our motto - Let's Go!

At home again, my colors furled briefly in 1972 but my spirit would not die. The ghosts of a thousand battles summoned me back and I returned. I stood with the Bayonet Division at Fort Ord ready and waiting as part of the new light division. And when the Panamanian tyrant defied human decency and threatened the freedoms of his nation, I again answered America's call and rapidly deployed to Panama, firing all 172 direct fire artillery rounds with overwhelming effects, winning the day for my Manchu partners. And as they furled the colors on the glorious Manchu Regiment, my place at their side was no longer needed. I was summoned to a different call with the Division of Mountaineers at Fort Drum.

In the Autumn of 1999, I was called to provide support in a war-torn land known as Bosnia-Herzegovina. Through the streets of Tuzla, Dubrave, Kladang, Brcko, to distant places like Ugljevik, I maintained a vigilant eye over the unstable peace.

When terrorists declared war on my homeland in September of 2001, I was one of the first to be sent off to far-off lands to respond. I climbed the peaks of the Afghan mountains in search of the aggressors, and left no stone unturned in my ceaseless search for justice.

In March of 2003, I was at the forefront of the assault on the tyrant Sadam Hussein. Sweeping into Northern Iraq with the troopers of the 173rd Airborne Brigade, I participated in the brief, but successful, invasion, and soon found myself patrolling he streets of Kirkuk to cement the newfound peace. After a brief reprieve, I returned to Iraq in the summber of 2004, this time tasked with the responsibility of securing the streets of Baghdad itself.

Once again I was called to Iraq, in August of 2006. I was to lead the way in multinational combat operations, working hand-in-hand with the 4th Brigade, 6th Iraqi Army Division in Mahmudiyah. The deep camaraderie formed with our Iraqi Army Partners was evident in the huge successes we had in our sector, part of the "Triangle of Death." I was the first BN dedicated to the Military Transition mission and I have set the standard - Let's Go!

For my distinguished service, I have been awarded 35 campaign sreamers, seven foreign awards, two Presidential Unit Citations, two Meritorious Unit Commendations, and have the proud distinction of having two Medal of Honor recipients. Even as you read this, I continue to stand on watch for Democracy from Tongduchon to Watertown, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year - Let's Go!