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Case Study: Revolution
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The next day wasn’t a particularly pleasant one for CPT Faith. To begin with, he woke up extremely hung over. He managed to drag himself through PT, but afterwards felt too nauseous to eat breakfast. He also received a mild admonishment from MAJ Everly, who had saved him from potentially career-ending trouble the night before.
“Look Scott,” Everly had told him, “I know you’re planning on getting out. That’s fine. I know you dislike Roberts and Dudley. I do too. But stop doing stupid shit that makes more work for me. You know how much I don’t like work,” he added jokingly.
“Roger, sir,” was all Faith had been able to say in response.
“Also, like it or not, MAJ Dudley is your rater. So it would be smart of you not to give him anything he can use against you.”
Faith knew that Everly was correct. He also knew that The Dud would extract his pound of flesh for last night. So it was no surprise to him when Faith fired up his work computer a short time later and saw an email from The Dud that read simply, “Report to my office at 0800.” Faith glanced at his watch, it was already after 0900. Sighing, he grabbed his car keys and his hat and headed out to the parking lot.
“Look Scott,” Everly had told him, “I know you’re planning on getting out. That’s fine. I know you dislike Roberts and Dudley. I do too. But stop doing stupid shit that makes more work for me. You know how much I don’t like work,” he added jokingly.
“Roger, sir,” was all Faith had been able to say in response.
“Also, like it or not, MAJ Dudley is your rater. So it would be smart of you not to give him anything he can use against you.”
Faith knew that Everly was correct. He also knew that The Dud would extract his pound of flesh for last night. So it was no surprise to him when Faith fired up his work computer a short time later and saw an email from The Dud that read simply, “Report to my office at 0800.” Faith glanced at his watch, it was already after 0900. Sighing, he grabbed his car keys and his hat and headed out to the parking lot.
Bang Bang Maxwell's Silver Hammer is about to come down upon his head...
Dud knew he had PT and would not get the e-mail until after the report time.
Faith just needs to settle this business....in the cage!
Or SCIF, whichever is more convenient.
Or SCIF, whichever is more convenient.
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I say on the back 40 playing Ultimate Frisbee. Then he can break the Dud's kneecaps and get him medically discharged...
Oops! Was that out loud?
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If they're on the back 40, just bury the body carefully.
The session with The Dud went pretty much as Faith expected. There was a lot of blustering, a bunch of threats, some stammering, and a lot of posturing about “not following the Blue Book,” which was the set of guidelines every Soldier was supposed to carry on his or her person at all times while in uniform. This included field time, which Faith always felt was a bit silly, but whatever. After about the third time that The Dud brought up how drinking during the duty day violated the Blue Book, Faith reminded him that scheduling anything before 0900 other than PT also violated the Blue Book, and if The Dud was going to write Faith up for violating the Blue Book, then The Dud needed to write himself up as well. This, of course, was completely ridiculous. Drinking on duty was potentially far more serious than asking someone to come in for a counseling session during PT hours. The only reason Faith even brought up The Dud’s “offense” was… well, to be difficult, really. There was nothing more to it than that.
But Faith thought The Dud’s reaction to what Faith said was interesting. Actually, it was more like an over-reaction. Faith didn’t even entirely remember what he said, something about everyone needing to do PT during PT hours, when The Dud detonated. Complete meltdown, with full-on stammering and a summary ejection from The Dud’s office for CPT Faith.
Since there wasn’t a lot going on at work, Faith changed out of his uniform and went to the gym, where he ran into none other than Simon Criss. This was hardly unusual, given that the two regularly did the Cross Fit workout of the day together. But Faith thought that after last night, Criss might not show up for their workout.
“How’d things go today?” Criss asked tentatively.
“You mean before or after my old boss caught me drunk and wanted to call the MPs, and my new boss had to get me out of it?” Faith answered.
Criss smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that, but at least you can’t say it was boring!”
“No, you’re definitely never boring,” Faith concurred.
“That’s what all the girls say,” Criss said proudly. Faith rolled his eyes.
“Speaking of girls, who are you seeing these days?” Faith inquired.
“Oh, Chief Rollins and I are still together,” Criss told him.
“Seriously?” Faith said in genuine surprise.
“Yes,” Criss said rather defensively. “What, does that surprise you?”
“Yes, actually,” Faith responded, but didn’t elaborate. Faith didn’t know Criss to have a girlfriend for this long before. Well, Faith corrected himself, not to have the SAME girlfriend for this long. “OK, what’s the workout today?” he inquired.
“I’m not really feeling it today,” Criss admitted. “I’m going to go hang out in the sauna until my hangover goes away. By the way, your man MAJ Everly… that guy can put away some booze. Plus, he really likes you for some reason.”
“What’s not to like? I’m pretty low maintenance, and since I’m getting out in a couple of months, I’m OER fodder for my senior rater,” Faith said in reply.
“Well, after a couple of drinks, he and I started talking about your future, and we both agreed you should join me in the 16th SAVE,” Criss informed him.
But Faith thought The Dud’s reaction to what Faith said was interesting. Actually, it was more like an over-reaction. Faith didn’t even entirely remember what he said, something about everyone needing to do PT during PT hours, when The Dud detonated. Complete meltdown, with full-on stammering and a summary ejection from The Dud’s office for CPT Faith.
Since there wasn’t a lot going on at work, Faith changed out of his uniform and went to the gym, where he ran into none other than Simon Criss. This was hardly unusual, given that the two regularly did the Cross Fit workout of the day together. But Faith thought that after last night, Criss might not show up for their workout.
“How’d things go today?” Criss asked tentatively.
“You mean before or after my old boss caught me drunk and wanted to call the MPs, and my new boss had to get me out of it?” Faith answered.
Criss smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that, but at least you can’t say it was boring!”
“No, you’re definitely never boring,” Faith concurred.
“That’s what all the girls say,” Criss said proudly. Faith rolled his eyes.
“Speaking of girls, who are you seeing these days?” Faith inquired.
“Oh, Chief Rollins and I are still together,” Criss told him.
“Seriously?” Faith said in genuine surprise.
“Yes,” Criss said rather defensively. “What, does that surprise you?”
“Yes, actually,” Faith responded, but didn’t elaborate. Faith didn’t know Criss to have a girlfriend for this long before. Well, Faith corrected himself, not to have the SAME girlfriend for this long. “OK, what’s the workout today?” he inquired.
“I’m not really feeling it today,” Criss admitted. “I’m going to go hang out in the sauna until my hangover goes away. By the way, your man MAJ Everly… that guy can put away some booze. Plus, he really likes you for some reason.”
“What’s not to like? I’m pretty low maintenance, and since I’m getting out in a couple of months, I’m OER fodder for my senior rater,” Faith said in reply.
“Well, after a couple of drinks, he and I started talking about your future, and we both agreed you should join me in the 16th SAVE,” Criss informed him.
Ten to one The Dud retaliates after filling out his DA Form PU-55-Yankee in triplicate.
Joining Simon might help assuage some of the alienation our dear captain is feeling, but he needs to think long and hard on it. Maybe, MAYBE vent to his wife about it, but it's ultimately his choice alone. If his motivation isn't too far gone, joining the unit might just be the healing salve he needs. But he's gotta be 110% damned sure before he commits.
Joining Simon might help assuage some of the alienation our dear captain is feeling, but he needs to think long and hard on it. Maybe, MAYBE vent to his wife about it, but it's ultimately his choice alone. If his motivation isn't too far gone, joining the unit might just be the healing salve he needs. But he's gotta be 110% damned sure before he commits.
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It's time to start taking other leader's advice CPT Faith, especially those that he knows are good leaders.
Little bit of pedantry, but "CrossfFit" is one word.
Edit: Pedant fail.
Edit: Pedant fail.
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Seems more of an attempt to be a grammarian than a pedant, because it is CrossFit.
Dammit, this thread is for the Case Study, or harassing mara about how slow he is in posting... there is already a Crossfit / Cross Fit / Whatever the Kool-Aid drinkers are calling it now thread.... Let's keep this serious...
...and keep your pedantic pederasty to yourself, it's not covered by DADT.... friggin weirdos.
eta, for clarity.... the above is to be read with a smirk on one's face, and a sarcastic bite... after having read through a large portion of all the posts on this board... and remembering... case studies take longer than geological time periods to complete.
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Faith was annoyed. He didn’t like people talking about him, or making decisions for him.
“I’m not interested in the 16th ,” Faith informed his friend.
“I know,” Criss answered, “But they’re interested in you. They’re having try-outs next month, you make it through that, and you survive Green Week, the S2 position in 1st Battalion is coming open in January.”
“That’s like… six months from now,” Faith retorted. “I’ll be in the University of Alabama by then. Besides, you told me that there’s this whole application process, which I haven’t done and will not be doing.”
“Yeah… about that…” Criss began.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Faith asked, suspiciously.
“Well, it’s technically what you did. You applied to the 16th SAVE-“
“I most certainly did not,” Faith interrupted him. Criss continued, nonplussed,
“You applied to the 16th SAVE, and you were invited to compete in the upcoming try-outs. Well done!”
Faith rolled his eyes. “How did I do this, when I have never even so much as held such an application in my hand?”
“Proxies.”
“Pixies?” Faith asked, confused.
“No, idiot, proxies. I filled out most of it for you, MAJ Everly helped me out with the rest, along with the chain of command endorsement. I took it to our accessions folks this morning, and they approved it about…” he looked at his watch “…45 minutes ago
Faith sighed. Informing his friend that he had absolutely no intention of trying out for the 16th SAVE would be pretty much useless at this point. “Are we doing CrossFit today or not?” Faith demanded.
“As I already informed you, not,” Criss answered. “Want to go to the sauna with me and watch me sweat out half a gallon of booze?” he offered.
“As… interesting as that might be, I might try to get in a couple of games of racketball while I’m here,” Faith responded, his attention already drawn to a central court where an intense game was already in progress. CPT Criss looked in that direction.
“If there’s a break in the action, you should challenge the old guy to a match,” Criss suggested to Faith.
“Why?” Faith inquired. “Who is he?”
CPT Criss shrugged as he tossed his towel over his shoulder and made his way towards the sauna. “Kind of looks like someone’s grandpa, doesn’t it?” he asked as he walked away.
“I’m not interested in the 16th ,” Faith informed his friend.
“I know,” Criss answered, “But they’re interested in you. They’re having try-outs next month, you make it through that, and you survive Green Week, the S2 position in 1st Battalion is coming open in January.”
“That’s like… six months from now,” Faith retorted. “I’ll be in the University of Alabama by then. Besides, you told me that there’s this whole application process, which I haven’t done and will not be doing.”
“Yeah… about that…” Criss began.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Faith asked, suspiciously.
“Well, it’s technically what you did. You applied to the 16th SAVE-“
“I most certainly did not,” Faith interrupted him. Criss continued, nonplussed,
“You applied to the 16th SAVE, and you were invited to compete in the upcoming try-outs. Well done!”
Faith rolled his eyes. “How did I do this, when I have never even so much as held such an application in my hand?”
“Proxies.”
“Pixies?” Faith asked, confused.
“No, idiot, proxies. I filled out most of it for you, MAJ Everly helped me out with the rest, along with the chain of command endorsement. I took it to our accessions folks this morning, and they approved it about…” he looked at his watch “…45 minutes ago
Faith sighed. Informing his friend that he had absolutely no intention of trying out for the 16th SAVE would be pretty much useless at this point. “Are we doing CrossFit today or not?” Faith demanded.
“As I already informed you, not,” Criss answered. “Want to go to the sauna with me and watch me sweat out half a gallon of booze?” he offered.
“As… interesting as that might be, I might try to get in a couple of games of racketball while I’m here,” Faith responded, his attention already drawn to a central court where an intense game was already in progress. CPT Criss looked in that direction.
“If there’s a break in the action, you should challenge the old guy to a match,” Criss suggested to Faith.
“Why?” Faith inquired. “Who is he?”
CPT Criss shrugged as he tossed his towel over his shoulder and made his way towards the sauna. “Kind of looks like someone’s grandpa, doesn’t it?” he asked as he walked away.
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Another Warrant who is about to start the challenge to keep Criss from stepping on his crank. You've got to feel sorry for the old bloke.
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Hmm...methinks the old guy in the racquetball court is going to be someone Faith needs to impress in the near future coming decades as the case study progresses at its typical rate.
"Nice ace, Capt. Faith! You're just the Intel officer our unit needs!"
The old guy hands faith his ass, snicker,snicker...
About an hour and a half later, Criss emerged from the sauna and found Faith packing up his racketball gear, drenched in almost as much sweat as Criss himself was.
“So,” Criss said, grinning as he noticed Faith’s red face and sweated-through clothing, “you get owned by Granpa?”
“No, I totally kicked his ass,” Faith informed him proudly.
“Um… wut?” Criss inquired, a bit shocked.
“He’s good,” Faith explained, “Really good, actually. The first game was pretty close, I just managed to eke out a win. But he pitched such a little bitch fit about losing, I decided to step it up the next game.”
Criss tried to interject, but Faith, flushed with excitement about the match, continued unabated.
“He’s got a lot of talent, and he plays kind of sneaky, but he’s also very proud. I only had to smack-talk a little to totally get him off his game. He was getting PISSED at the end. Especially when I offered some helpful suggestions about his play.”
Criss tried again to say something, but stopped himself when he saw “Grandpa” approaching.
“One more game!” the man said to Faith, without preamble and without excusing himself for interrupting Criss and Faith.
Faith looked at the other man. He was probably early to mid 50s, with close cut hair, an athletic build and almost no conspicuous body fat. Standing a short distance behind him was a similarly built but much younger man.
“One more game,” the man said again.
“I’d love to,” Faith answered him, “but I have to get back to work.”
“Work can wait, one more game,” the man insisted.
Faith put a hand reassuringly on the other man’s shoulder. “Next time,” he said. “Besides, if we play one more game, I’m going to have to start charging you for all these lessons I’m giving you.”
The other man looked stunned for a second. Faith noticed Criss stiffen visibly. Then “Grandpa” laughed, loudly and genuinely, with the mirth of a man who is secure enough to laugh at himself.
“Fair enough then,” Grandpa said, “Next time, then,” and off he walked, with the younger man he was with close behind.
“Do you know who that was?” Criss hissed when the older man was out of earshot.
“Yes,” Faith replied. Criss stared at him. “You told me who it was- someone’s grandpa. He kind of played like that too.”
Now it was Criss’s turn to laugh. “You really are a dumbass sometimes,” he said. “Let’s go.”
“So,” Criss said, grinning as he noticed Faith’s red face and sweated-through clothing, “you get owned by Granpa?”
“No, I totally kicked his ass,” Faith informed him proudly.
“Um… wut?” Criss inquired, a bit shocked.
“He’s good,” Faith explained, “Really good, actually. The first game was pretty close, I just managed to eke out a win. But he pitched such a little bitch fit about losing, I decided to step it up the next game.”
Criss tried to interject, but Faith, flushed with excitement about the match, continued unabated.
“He’s got a lot of talent, and he plays kind of sneaky, but he’s also very proud. I only had to smack-talk a little to totally get him off his game. He was getting PISSED at the end. Especially when I offered some helpful suggestions about his play.”
Criss tried again to say something, but stopped himself when he saw “Grandpa” approaching.
“One more game!” the man said to Faith, without preamble and without excusing himself for interrupting Criss and Faith.
Faith looked at the other man. He was probably early to mid 50s, with close cut hair, an athletic build and almost no conspicuous body fat. Standing a short distance behind him was a similarly built but much younger man.
“One more game,” the man said again.
“I’d love to,” Faith answered him, “but I have to get back to work.”
“Work can wait, one more game,” the man insisted.
Faith put a hand reassuringly on the other man’s shoulder. “Next time,” he said. “Besides, if we play one more game, I’m going to have to start charging you for all these lessons I’m giving you.”
The other man looked stunned for a second. Faith noticed Criss stiffen visibly. Then “Grandpa” laughed, loudly and genuinely, with the mirth of a man who is secure enough to laugh at himself.
“Fair enough then,” Grandpa said, “Next time, then,” and off he walked, with the younger man he was with close behind.
“Do you know who that was?” Criss hissed when the older man was out of earshot.
“Yes,” Faith replied. Criss stared at him. “You told me who it was- someone’s grandpa. He kind of played like that too.”
Now it was Criss’s turn to laugh. “You really are a dumbass sometimes,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He just met the Group Commander, LOL.
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