Thursday, January 20, 2005

Inflated Self Worth

A couple of days ago as I was walking back to my sleep area from work, the same path I always take and I was stopped by the camp Command Sergeant Major.

"Hey Sarge, You didn't see the sign?"

The sign he was referring to says something along the lines of no parking except for the post Command Sergeant Major. I assumed since I wasn't driving anything and certainly wasn't parking there that it didn't have anything to do with me. I guess I was wrong.

"That sign means this is my area. I didn't run barriers and chains all the way out to the street so soldiers could just walk around them and cut through my area."

Of course my only response was "Roger Sergeant Major.", but what I wanted to say was, "Oh so rather than have us take a few steps through your little private dirt yard we should walk out in the street to observe your space?" Fricken ridiculous. Any way as I walked to work this morning I noticed a few soldiers quite a ways in front of me walking through his little dirt patch again and suddenly they all got off and walked out in the street. As I got closer I saw that this pompous man has the front door to his quarters opened and is sitting in his doorway so he can harass the soldiers who walk through his territory. How pathetic do you have to be to take joy in picking on soldiers who are thousands of miles away from their homes and families fighting a war, just because you have the rank to get away with it?

We still haven't moved out of the open bay we are living in. I have been number nine on the waiting list for two weeks and am beginning to believe they are lying about the waiting list at all, because I have two soldiers already in the permanent quarters who are telling me people have been moving in and out all through out that time span. If people are moving in and out I should be moving up on the list. There is something constructive that CSM could be spending his time on. Fix the quarters problem instead of picking on troops.

I haven't written in a while because I have been really sick. The "Kuwaiti Crud" has really hit me hard this time. Yesterday I went to sick call and they told me I have a cold. Strange considering I have never had a cold that came with a 100 degree fever before, but what do I know? Anyway, they put me on Claratin, some antibiotic, a cough suppressant and an inhaler. Sound crazy to you to? Good I'm not the only one.

Hopefully I can get out of the open bay soon so I can get away from all the other sicklies. We'll see.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

CSM "PA" what a joke. I have a son in Iraq (SPC, almost ready to come home) and a close family friend who is a CSM recently deployed to Mosul. Opposite ends of the Army foodchain, so I get two different types of feedback.

I can assure you my CSM is more concerned about his troops, their morale and wellbeing.

Normally I would not comment on a blog. I merely read them. But your post begged a comment.

Hope your health is restored soon, I agree with your overmedication self diagnosis. Keep posting, I like your perspective and you have proven to be an interesting read. Be safe.

Cali ArmyMom

11:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For one- I hope you feel better inthe near future!
Secondly- love the remark on rank-
I being a teacher who goes by my first name (special ed teacher in elem. school) and a peace-nik hav realy issue w/ the whole "rank" thing.

I was recently told by a military friend that while he was on a Navy ship (he is AF- whole nother story) some enlisted folks were waiting to get into the shopette for 30 min- he outranked them all as an officer and was escorted straight to the front. Yeah- I bet that also did morale some good. If I tried that in my school (for example- cutting to the front in the cafeteria jumping the assistants) it would not work or go over well.

Peace to You-

:)

12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm reminded of a children's story regarding a bridge and a troll.... :)

9:04 PM  
Blogger TheAlGuy said...

I met this guy over and over again in my time in the Navy... the Command Master Chief... the good ones made life a hell of a lot easier... they spent most of their time keeping the bullshit off of us... there was nothing better than to watch a real MC tear into some self important Lt jg with a degree in Animal Husbandry. I remember a time we were getting bitched at by one over some chicken shit item just before a deployment and the old MC told hime to go home and tell his mommy that he had met a real sailor. The bad ones can make your life hell, haiecuts, shined shoes and clean dirt seem to make their day even in a war zone... those stripes on his are are his life... remember what goes around comes around ... hang in ther a lot of us think about you guys and gals every day...

4:53 AM  

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