Sometimes I forget about the suck of active duty, and then inevitably I'm reminded again of why I became a Reservist. This new chief (who just got here) came over to me today to fix the mistakes made on my LT's information paper. I didn't have the soft copy of the file because my LT forgot to send it to me. The chief gives me a speech on how important it is to maintain continuity by using shared drives. 1SG heard him and said, "LT emailed it to me, I'll just email it to SGT Simmons so he can make corrections." This was not sufficient, and he thought it necessary to pursue the issue further. "This will require the SMG's involvement" he undoubtedly thought to himself. "SMG, if this is a CACE-wide issue, then it needs to be addressed immediately. We can't have people just emailing each other all the
time! As he continued to rant I couldn't help but think that the unnatural progression of such a non-issue is such an Army cliche. The chief's rant faded to background noise as the SMG's expression turned to one of serious consideration. "Shoot me" I thought, "right in the fucking face so I see it coming. What the hell is wrong with these people?" I wondered. On many different occasions in the past and while on active duty, I have asked myself the very same question and to date the answer still eludes me. I'ts getting to the point I am beginning to wonder what the hell I'm doing here. At home is my motorcycle, my woman, steak, beer, and fishing. These are the things that matter to me, not some irrational chief and a SMG whose duty it is to address the pettiest issues en force. To top it all off there's a civilian sitting beside me doing the same job who is more or less immune to ridiculous military issues and makes $200,000 a year. Shit.
Yes, the military has it's shittly little idiosyncrasies as illustrated in the above rant. But...uh....well, no but. Here's a slice!
