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I am honored to represent all West Point graduates who have led Soldiers in battle and I am humbled to stand before you as a recipient of the Nininger Valor at Arms award, named in honor of Sandy Nininger, USMA Class of 1941.

First, permit me to thank my loving family for their unwavering support, especially my wonderful grandmother Mary. And a special thank you to two close mentors who have guided me throughout my career – Mr. Joe Fabey and COL Steve Isenhour Class of ’93.

Next, I’d like to recognize my former Squad Leader SGT Eric Mitchell – who is here tonight. Eric is the definition of a warrior and a Noncommissioned Officer. We fought together through countless battles. Every time I heard the crack of a bullet whizzing past my head, I knew Eric was there at my side ready to return fire so that I could focus on my job. I was invited here to speak partly because I received a Silver Star. However, awards like this are never earned by one person – they are earned by a team.

Company E4…where are you? That was my company. [hold of applause] I loved that Company. It’s a great company and all of you should be proud of your company's legacy. But in this moment, I am remembering my three friends from E4 who gave their lives fighting for our Country – Dimitri Del Castillo ‘09, John Runkle ‘09 and David Rylander ‘11. No award can match the sacrifice these brave men gave and I feel a great responsibility to honor their actions. Not a day passes that I do not reflect on the heroic actions of these men and I am grateful I was part of Team E4 with them.

If there is one theme that echoes in my soul that every Lieutenant needs to know – it is the importance of building a strong team– especially with your NCOs. If I got everything else wrong as a Platoon Leader – I am certain I got one thing right: building solid relationships that would not only withstand combat but – forged in battle – would grow stronger. West Point forges men and women into capable Leaders our nation needs to lead Warriors in Combat AND prevail. But until that time comes for you, take it day by day.

Sometimes valorous award citations seem to read like a movie script, in contrast to the raw reality on the ground. I can’t say with certainty that my citation will teach you much about being a Platoon Leader. So tonight, I would like to share with you my first day as a Platoon Leader in 2012. I met a seasoned Platoon of Infantrymen in Afghanistan three months into their deployment. On my first patrol, I found myself walking across old opium fields in 100 degree plus heat of the Dewegal Valley, in Kunar Province. My task that day was to meet local leaders from the small village of Chambel. After the meeting ended, my Platoon began to climb the steep rocky walls back to our vehicles when we fell into an ambush from the top of the mountainous ridge lines. I would soon learn that deep in the valleys our radios could never reach our Operations Centers or TOCs. Running back to my vehicle, I jumped in, slammed the door, and feverishly began typing on my Blue Force Tracker… “Troops in Contact – Troops in Contact! Urgent!” My heart was beating out my chest – I stared at the screen and waited…and waited….and waited. For what I wasn’t exactly sure, but as I listened to rounds pinging off the truck’s armor and RPGs exploding on the rocky terrain near our convoy, the side door opened – and the Platoon Leader I was replacing handed me a local issued cell phone and said, “I got the TOC.” The voice on the other side impatiently said, “Sir – this is 1SG – get your TAC SAT radio up and send me a Situation Report” **click**. I looked around, realized the RTO and the TAC SAT radio were in the rear vehicle – 250 meters away. I said a few inappropriate words, and before walking through the engagement area, I thought two things: 1) don’t get shot, and 2) don’t let the boys see you scared on the first fight. So, I briskly walked from truck to truck – gave the turret gunners a thumbs-up, smiled and said to them, “Keep shooting.” I was buying time and trying to look calm.

When I made it to the rear of the convoy, I saw my Platoon Sergeant standing off to the side of the last truck, in the open, as rounds impacted around him, yelling at the Mark-19 grenade launcher gunner to fix the weapon jam or switch to a machine gun. He casually said to me: “What’s up sir? You talk to higher?” I responded, “I need TAC SAT.” My Platoon Sergeant banged on the tailgate and yelled – “PL needs TAC SAT – you have 1 min!!!” Magically, an antenna and handset popped up from the top hatch. I then proceeded to send a very convoluted and garbled radio transmission – which elicited the response “Uhhhhh, say again, over.” I'll admit I was a bit overwhelmed - so I took a knee, looked at my map, took a VERY deep breath – and tried again. This time I got a "Roger, copy all, plotting your position, stand by.”

From that point, I made sure I stayed clam. I gave a thumbs-up to my Platoon Sergeant and began coordinating fires with the mortar team and machine guns, directing rates of fire and marking targets with indirect rounds. After shelling the enemy on the ridge line, my Commander radioed that close air support was coming to our location. My Forward Observer said, “Sir, air is clear, pushing the pilot to your frequency.”

And there I was. 2LT Dockery. First day as a Platoon Leader, first firefight…with every ear in the Battalion TOC listening to my transmissions and every man on the ground watching my actions – talking to a fighter pilot, asking me for my initials and clearance to engage enemy fighters. I gave them the okay and the A-10 dumped hundreds of rounds on the enemy with the Pilot confirming that I wanted another gun run. Three gun runs later, I approved the Apaches to destroy the remaining fighting positions. I sent up my reports to higher, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

On the walk up to the entry control point to our Combat Out-post, my Platoon Sergeant with 18 years of service and on his fifth combat deployment said to me…and…I’m paraphrasing…“Dang, the LT’s calm under pressure – good stuff.” In that moment, it became apparent to me what my Platoon needed from me. They needed someone to listen to their reporting, process information, describe to the command team what was occurring on the ground, and control the men and firepower in the fight. They needed that leadership at that moment and they deserved that everyday.

If there is one word that describes my life as a cadet – that word is “survive.” Though I stand before you today as a Green Beret, as a cadet it took me 3 YEARS before I found the thing at West Point that gave me more than just a “trying to survive” experience. And I didn’t find that “thing” in the classroom. For me, that thing was serving as the Firstie Club Guy, which was back then a Brigade level position. This job was one of my most fulfilling experiences at West Point. I received great satisfaction in building networks and relationships with my Classmates and other organizations at West Point.

All of your experiences here are part of a unique journey that will make you, like it did for me on October 2 2012, capable of flipping your M4 carbine rifle to 3 round burst, charging down an alleyway alone under enemy fire (which I don’t recommend), killing the enemy, and preventing them from capturing your wounded team leader. Your mettle is tested here on West Point’s fields of friendly strife long before your boots hit the ground in combat. And when the time comes to tackle YOUR Squad Leader to shield them from a grenade or climb on a roof top to call for close air support – you need not spend time thinking, because you will just do it.

Your NCOs will know their jobs. Listen to them. You need to know your job, but that will come one day at time – one rehearsal at a time starting with your experience here. I’m confident that there are moments right now in combat where men like SGT Mitchell are doing their jobs, leading Soldiers and using their skills and experience to save their Platoon Leaders’ lives so those Platoon Leaders can do THEIR jobs.

Make your experience here more than just “trying to survive.” Build relationships with your classmates now, just as you will with your NCOs and soldiers in the future. TRUST in the system here. West Point will make you an Officer – and your NCOs will make you a Platoon Leader.

Thank you to the Kenna Family, the West Point Association of Graduates, and the Corps of Cadets for this great honor.

God Bless you, the United States Military Academy, and the United States of America.

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