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Case Study: Revolution
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the way Mara works, whistling will just get you chapped lips and make you out of breath... you know this, you've been through the case study boondoggle before...
...but there was this one time in Cuba....
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(way inside joke, but it stayed over the edge of the plate)
And school is out. No excuse!
He's moving... 105 miles from his old place... should take him oh 6-7 weeks to do that, another month to set up his computer, a month to get his internet working properly.... expect a post or two, prior to his PCS/ETS/Retirement... if we're lucky... he may or may not have NCO support at this new gig.... and we've all seen how he does without NCO's to steal credit from, or blame when he doesn't listen to advice...
short answer... don't friggin hold your breath...
Hell, it's been so long since the last entry I forgot a new case study had been started.
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Reflecting upon it later, Faith reckoned that had not ever drunk so much, or laughed so hard, as he did during that roast. CPT Criss was an amazing storyteller, and managed to convincingly describe events that happened when Criss himself wasn’t even present, or in at least one case, didn’t occur at all. As the beer continued to flow, the stories got more outrageous and uproarious, to the point where Faith was starting to get a bit embarrassed, especially since his wife was in the same room. But no shrinking violet was she; totally comfortable in this environment and with these Soldiers, she laughed along and seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, for which Faith was grateful.
When the stories and skits were finally over, they brought out Faith’s going-away gift, a framed Group MI Detachment guidon with photos of their deployment to Iraq. As Sergeant Major Reynolds, Faith’s former detachment first sergeant, approached to hand it over to him, Faith felt tears well up in his eyes.
As he stood up to accept the gift, Faith’s voice faltered.
“Thank… thank you all for coming,” he said. “I know many of you came from long distances to be here today. And this…” he added, gesturing to the guidon, “really means a lot to me.”
Faith was a big guy and an accomplished drinker, but he was definitely feeling it as he got up to leave McHelter’s. “Too much beer,” he muttered as he steered himself a bit unsteadily towards the door.
“No such thing, sir,” Sergeant Major Reynolds corrected him, and Faith’s wife laughed. Eventually, everyone except Faith, his wife Linda, Sergeant Major Reynolds, and Simon Criss departed; some had to return to work, others were getting a head start on the long weekend.
“This was great, Simon, thank you,” Faith said. “You too, Sergeant Major.”
“My pleasure, sir,” Reynolds answered. Criss gave a thumbs up with his left hand while draining a beer glass with his right.
When the stories and skits were finally over, they brought out Faith’s going-away gift, a framed Group MI Detachment guidon with photos of their deployment to Iraq. As Sergeant Major Reynolds, Faith’s former detachment first sergeant, approached to hand it over to him, Faith felt tears well up in his eyes.
As he stood up to accept the gift, Faith’s voice faltered.
“Thank… thank you all for coming,” he said. “I know many of you came from long distances to be here today. And this…” he added, gesturing to the guidon, “really means a lot to me.”
Faith was a big guy and an accomplished drinker, but he was definitely feeling it as he got up to leave McHelter’s. “Too much beer,” he muttered as he steered himself a bit unsteadily towards the door.
“No such thing, sir,” Sergeant Major Reynolds corrected him, and Faith’s wife laughed. Eventually, everyone except Faith, his wife Linda, Sergeant Major Reynolds, and Simon Criss departed; some had to return to work, others were getting a head start on the long weekend.
“This was great, Simon, thank you,” Faith said. “You too, Sergeant Major.”
“My pleasure, sir,” Reynolds answered. Criss gave a thumbs up with his left hand while draining a beer glass with his right.
Hope his wife is the DD.
The Bronze Star that Simon Cris had pinned to Faith’s uniform top jingled noisily as he walked towards the door.
“Probably should take this off,” Faith said out loud.
“Wear it home, you earned it,” Criss suggested as he preceded Faith out the door of the private room they had all been in and stepped into the main hallway.
Following close behind, Faith almost ran into Criss as the former stopped short.
“Oh shit,” Criss said out loud, to no one in particular.
Faith was taller than Criss by at least a head and easily saw what was causing his friend such consternation. Standing in the hallway not three feet away were Major Roberts and The Dud, the two people Faith least wanted to see while he was boozed up and leaving a club on a work day. Faith was holding his wife’s hand, and he felt her grip stiffen. Faith stopped, hoping that the two wouldn’t notice him, but no dice.
“Hiya, Scotty!” MAJ Roberts exclaimed with his trademark false enthusiasm.
“Probably should take this off,” Faith said out loud.
“Wear it home, you earned it,” Criss suggested as he preceded Faith out the door of the private room they had all been in and stepped into the main hallway.
Following close behind, Faith almost ran into Criss as the former stopped short.
“Oh shit,” Criss said out loud, to no one in particular.
Faith was taller than Criss by at least a head and easily saw what was causing his friend such consternation. Standing in the hallway not three feet away were Major Roberts and The Dud, the two people Faith least wanted to see while he was boozed up and leaving a club on a work day. Faith was holding his wife’s hand, and he felt her grip stiffen. Faith stopped, hoping that the two wouldn’t notice him, but no dice.
“Hiya, Scotty!” MAJ Roberts exclaimed with his trademark false enthusiasm.
Faith bristled. It was against post policy to drink alcohol during the duty day, although that policy was widely ignored. In fact, it was usually only enforced as an add-on offense, or when someone in a position of authority wanted to be a dick. This, Faith new, was probably going to be one of those times.
“Captain Faith,” The Dud intoned, “have you been drinking during the duty d-d-d-“
“Day?” Captain Criss offered helpfully. He just couldn’t help himself. The Dud glared at him menacingly.
Criss was undaunted. “Oh, us, sir? Well, I’m sure none of us would ever want to break post policy.” This was technically true; no one ever really “wanted” to break post policy, they just kind of did it.
“Then how do you explain this?” MAJ Roberts challenged, gesturing to the half-full pitcher of beer CPT Criss still held in his hand.
Criss shrugged. “A little take-out for after duty hours?” he offered.
Faith groaned inwardly. While Criss was an extremely happy, go-lucky guy, he tended to be extremely sarcastic when he was drunk. That was unlikely to be helpful in this situation.
MAJ Roberts pulled out his cell phone. “I’m going to call the MPs and ask them to administer a breathalizer test,” he announced. “I’m disappointed, Scotty,” he added condescendingly, as if Faith really gave a damn what Roberts thought about him.
At this point, CPT Criss looked positively livid. Faith’s wife, Linda, looked ashen. For his part Faith felt… nothing. He really didn’t care. This situation just reinforced in his mind that getting the hell out of the Army as soon as possible was the right decision.
Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Faith’s current supervisor, MAJ Everly, walked into the club with two other field grades that Faith recognized were officers from the 116th Trans. Faith liked Everly, but Everly struck Faith as the kind of guy that was unwilling to make waves and would get pushed around by people like Roberts and The Dud. Everly was utterly… uninspiring in his rumpled, ill-fitting uniform and bespeckled, overweight appearance. Faith hoped that Everyly wouldn’t spot him, but that didn’t happen.
“Hey Scott,” Everly said in genuine enthusiasm. “Glad to see you here. Want to join us for a drink?”
“Captain Faith has already had enough, thank you,” MAJ Roberts informed him. Everly looked annoyed, and not with CPT Faith.
“Interesting,” Everyly replied non-commitedly. “What’s this?” he inquired, patting the Bronze Star pinned to Faith’s chest.
Faith shrugged. “Just doing my job,” he answered.
“He’s just being modest,” CPT Criss interjected. “He got that for being the only MI officer worth a damn in all of 2nd Group.”
“Well, I certainly believe that,” Everly said. “Earning a Bronze Star is a pretty big deal, and definitely calls for a celebration. Why don’t all of you join us, first round is on me.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” MAJ Roberts interjected flatly. “He’s staying right here until the MPs get here, then he’s going to take a breathalizer test, which will show he is drunk on duty, and then he will be turned over to his chain of command for prosecution.”
“You’re an asshole,” CPT Criss hissed through his teeth.
“You- shut the fuck up,” Everly said, pointing directly at CPT Criss. To Faith’s surprise, Criss did as he was told.
“You-“ he said to Roberts, “let me tell you something. CPT Faith’s ‘chain of command’ is standing right here. Call the MP’s all you want; Faith’s not getting prosecuted for anything. You don’t run shit in 116th Trans, I do. So let me tell you what I’m going to do in this situation. I’m going over to the bar to raise a glass to CPT Faith and his Bronze Star, and if you or the MP’s don’t like that, you can take it up with our brigade command when he gets here. In fact, there he is right now.”
MAJ Everly’s words and assertiveness were so far removed from what everyone expected from him, that everyone else stood there in stunned silence.
“You,” Everly said to Faith, “Go home.” “You,” he said, pointing at Faith’s wife, “Drive.”
“You,” he said shifting his gaze and his finger to point at CPT Criss, “Give me that.” After he had taken the half-empty pitcher of beer he continued, “Get four glasses and another pitcher of beer and join us at the table in the back.” He sniffed the pitcher suspiciously. “Make it better beer than whatever this is. First round is on you for interrupting when grown folks were talking.”
“Oh, and you two,” he said, pointing to Roberts and The Dud, almost as an afterthought, “you have a nice fucking day.”
“Captain Faith,” The Dud intoned, “have you been drinking during the duty d-d-d-“
“Day?” Captain Criss offered helpfully. He just couldn’t help himself. The Dud glared at him menacingly.
Criss was undaunted. “Oh, us, sir? Well, I’m sure none of us would ever want to break post policy.” This was technically true; no one ever really “wanted” to break post policy, they just kind of did it.
“Then how do you explain this?” MAJ Roberts challenged, gesturing to the half-full pitcher of beer CPT Criss still held in his hand.
Criss shrugged. “A little take-out for after duty hours?” he offered.
Faith groaned inwardly. While Criss was an extremely happy, go-lucky guy, he tended to be extremely sarcastic when he was drunk. That was unlikely to be helpful in this situation.
MAJ Roberts pulled out his cell phone. “I’m going to call the MPs and ask them to administer a breathalizer test,” he announced. “I’m disappointed, Scotty,” he added condescendingly, as if Faith really gave a damn what Roberts thought about him.
At this point, CPT Criss looked positively livid. Faith’s wife, Linda, looked ashen. For his part Faith felt… nothing. He really didn’t care. This situation just reinforced in his mind that getting the hell out of the Army as soon as possible was the right decision.
Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Faith’s current supervisor, MAJ Everly, walked into the club with two other field grades that Faith recognized were officers from the 116th Trans. Faith liked Everly, but Everly struck Faith as the kind of guy that was unwilling to make waves and would get pushed around by people like Roberts and The Dud. Everly was utterly… uninspiring in his rumpled, ill-fitting uniform and bespeckled, overweight appearance. Faith hoped that Everyly wouldn’t spot him, but that didn’t happen.
“Hey Scott,” Everly said in genuine enthusiasm. “Glad to see you here. Want to join us for a drink?”
“Captain Faith has already had enough, thank you,” MAJ Roberts informed him. Everly looked annoyed, and not with CPT Faith.
“Interesting,” Everyly replied non-commitedly. “What’s this?” he inquired, patting the Bronze Star pinned to Faith’s chest.
Faith shrugged. “Just doing my job,” he answered.
“He’s just being modest,” CPT Criss interjected. “He got that for being the only MI officer worth a damn in all of 2nd Group.”
“Well, I certainly believe that,” Everly said. “Earning a Bronze Star is a pretty big deal, and definitely calls for a celebration. Why don’t all of you join us, first round is on me.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” MAJ Roberts interjected flatly. “He’s staying right here until the MPs get here, then he’s going to take a breathalizer test, which will show he is drunk on duty, and then he will be turned over to his chain of command for prosecution.”
“You’re an asshole,” CPT Criss hissed through his teeth.
“You- shut the fuck up,” Everly said, pointing directly at CPT Criss. To Faith’s surprise, Criss did as he was told.
“You-“ he said to Roberts, “let me tell you something. CPT Faith’s ‘chain of command’ is standing right here. Call the MP’s all you want; Faith’s not getting prosecuted for anything. You don’t run shit in 116th Trans, I do. So let me tell you what I’m going to do in this situation. I’m going over to the bar to raise a glass to CPT Faith and his Bronze Star, and if you or the MP’s don’t like that, you can take it up with our brigade command when he gets here. In fact, there he is right now.”
MAJ Everly’s words and assertiveness were so far removed from what everyone expected from him, that everyone else stood there in stunned silence.
“You,” Everly said to Faith, “Go home.” “You,” he said, pointing at Faith’s wife, “Drive.”
“You,” he said shifting his gaze and his finger to point at CPT Criss, “Give me that.” After he had taken the half-empty pitcher of beer he continued, “Get four glasses and another pitcher of beer and join us at the table in the back.” He sniffed the pitcher suspiciously. “Make it better beer than whatever this is. First round is on you for interrupting when grown folks were talking.”
“Oh, and you two,” he said, pointing to Roberts and The Dud, almost as an afterthought, “you have a nice fucking day.”
Gotta love top cover. I'm impressed with Everly's save.
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Fuck yeah.
Faith needs to get his drinking under control.
Glad he had top cover.
Glad he had top cover.
Yeah, he's a friggin lush... bet they make him teach at West Point in the future, just to punish him...
Shit, sorry for the "hate" Sir, wrong thread.
That hurts, LOST. I have you over to my home, make you dinner and now you hate my post. I should pour the remaining Guinness and Magner's down the sink for that...but I shan't.
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