ITS ABOUT TIME
Case Study: Sun Tzu, III/31
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Does the DCO act as the unit IG?
He needs to walk very carefully as the DCO may not like him going past the 2.
I was thinking the same thing as the above. Could he be getting in over his head/rank by contacting the DCO directly?
He would be better off writing comprehensive contemperanous notes about each and all interactions with him and then using those if and when Division or whoever came knocking.
dirtmover
Verified Military
Ok Mara Ihave read every one of your case studies....and I will lead the lynching party if you don't soon give us an update...or a fate worse than death.....we will free all you NCOs and you will have to do your own damn work. lol 
Without all my NCOs, who will supervise all of the Spec-4s that I count on to do all the "real" work around here? I need my clipart NCO, my "sage advice" NCO... and of course my "funny and witty" NCO, although he hasn't been doing such a good job around here lately and may have to be replaced
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I still say Faith and the Dud should have a knife fight. Maybe have a unit combatives day where Faith rages out and takes to the Dud.
Mac's adjustment to civilian life goes well I see.
After two rings, Faith heard the DCO’s voicemail message. After the beep, Faith said, “Hey sir, Scott Faith here, I just wanted to give you a rundown on how the inspection went. Bottom line, I don’t think there are any real systematic errors or egregious violations that are going to blow back on the unit. Clearly, there are things that need to get tightened up, and I bear some of that responsibility directly, but overall I think things came out OK. There are a couple of other things directed related to the investigation that I think you need to know about, but I think they would be better related in person than over the phone. I’ll call again later to make an appointment to come brief you on them.”
After hanging up the phone, Faith mentally prepared himself for his next Herculean labor: straightening out the SCIF. Faith knew that the physical disorder of the SCIF was merely a reflection of leader apathy. That should be easy enough to fix, once he was actually in charge of the MID. Right now he was kind of in a leadership no-man’s-land; he wasn’t in charge of the MID yet, and with The Dud constantly gunning for him, Faith wasn’t going to be able to make the kinds of changes necessary on that side of the house, either. What to do, what to do… Well, his first platoon sergeant, SFC Elliot, used to say: “A decision is better than a late decision.” Remembering those words, Faith called down to the SCIF. “Give me the senior person down there” he ordered the Specialist who answered the phone. “Roger sir, one moment please,” the other man responded.
dirtmover
Verified Military
Yyyeeeeaaahhhhh!!!! Ok so w shall suspend the freeing of slaves.....I mean NCOs......but if you do not post the following segments in a timely manner you will force our hand....if you follow our terms we won't send Myke Hawk after you. Lol
Must... not... make... Myke Hawke comments...
*whew* Self control, I finally found some.
*whew* Self control, I finally found some.
OK for this next bit, I'm going to need some names for some dirtbag warrant officers and NCOs. Suggestions welcome.
Go through all the recently banned users. Will Brink should definitely be one of them!
Also, CWO# Laconic would be fun!
“Sergeant Slacker,” an annoyed voice said into the phone. Faith quickly consulted the unit roster. Slacker is a master sergeant assigned to the MID.
“Master Sergeant Slacker,” Faith began, “I’m Captain Faith, I’m the new Group assistant S2.
“Um, roger,” Slacker replied.
“Listen,” Faith said, “We have to have a meeting to discuss the whole SCIF inspection thing, I need some help getting everyone together and it looks like you’re the senior man from the MID down there in the SCIF. Could you have all of the leadership from the MID, E6 and above, in my office today at say… 1600?”
“Yeah,” replied Slacker, “about that. We normally head on out of here right at 1600, so we can avoid the rush. Maybe we could have a meeting tomorrow, or next week or something.”
Faith felt his face flush. “You normally leave the SCIF by 1600?” Faith asked, for clarification.
“Yes sir,” Slacker answered, a bit defensively. “We get here early, you know.”
Faith kind of doubted that. He was here every morning at 0600, and not once could he recall seeing anyone who worked in the SCIF and was above the rank of E6 trickle in before 0900.
“Yeah, Ok,” Faith responded. “If you normally leave here by 1600, then today is going to be an abnormal day. Please have the MID leaders from the SCIF up here in my office by 1600. What I have to say shouldn’t take long and then you’ll be on your way.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Faith knew that Slacker was contemplating his next move.
“Well sir, since you’re Group S2 and I’m MID, I think I’m going to have to decline.”
“Master Sergeant Slacker,” Faith began, “I’m Captain Faith, I’m the new Group assistant S2.
“Um, roger,” Slacker replied.
“Listen,” Faith said, “We have to have a meeting to discuss the whole SCIF inspection thing, I need some help getting everyone together and it looks like you’re the senior man from the MID down there in the SCIF. Could you have all of the leadership from the MID, E6 and above, in my office today at say… 1600?”
“Yeah,” replied Slacker, “about that. We normally head on out of here right at 1600, so we can avoid the rush. Maybe we could have a meeting tomorrow, or next week or something.”
Faith felt his face flush. “You normally leave the SCIF by 1600?” Faith asked, for clarification.
“Yes sir,” Slacker answered, a bit defensively. “We get here early, you know.”
Faith kind of doubted that. He was here every morning at 0600, and not once could he recall seeing anyone who worked in the SCIF and was above the rank of E6 trickle in before 0900.
“Yeah, Ok,” Faith responded. “If you normally leave here by 1600, then today is going to be an abnormal day. Please have the MID leaders from the SCIF up here in my office by 1600. What I have to say shouldn’t take long and then you’ll be on your way.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Faith knew that Slacker was contemplating his next move.
“Well sir, since you’re Group S2 and I’m MID, I think I’m going to have to decline.”
Faith almost totally lost it at that point. “Decline,” an order from a superior officer? Faith took a deep breath and just… let go. A second later the anger passed completely, and all that was left was cold cunning.
“Master Sergeant Slacker, I’m giving you a direct order to be in my office, this afternoon, at 1600 hours with all of the leaders in the MID who work in the SCIF, E6 and up. If you feel that this order is illegal, immoral, or unethical, then by all means please feel free to take it up with the commander of the MID, the commander of the GSC, or the DCO. Or if you want, I can call the Group CSM and explain what’s going on here, and ask him if he wants to get you and your crew up here, since a commissioned officer can’t seem to do it.
“That won’t be necessary, sir,” Slacker responded quickly.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Faith thought but didn’t say.
“Great, thanks Master Sergeant, I appreciate the assistance and look forward to meeting you later this afternoon,” Faith said, as if everything that just transpired never even happened. “Let me talk to…” he paused to look at the unit roster once again, “CW3 Dodgy.” According to the unit roster, Dodgy was a signals intelligence (SIGINT) warrant, and was the highest-ranking warrant officer down in the SCIF.
“Um, sir, Chief Dodgy is ACAP-ing,” Slacker replied evenly.
“ACAP-ing, what does that mean?”
“It means he checks in once a week or if we have something we need help with,
otherwise he’s clearing and looking for a job.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Well, we normally give people who are retiring 6 months to ACAP, he’s retiring in like two months, so it has been four months or so.”
Faith was incredulous. Six months of basically free leave before retirement? That was something that could be addressed later. “Ok, then call him. Tell him that unless he has a signed leave form or a note from the Group medics, I want him here in my office, today, at 1600.”
Slacker started to respond but Faith cut him off.
“Thanks, Master Sergeant, I knew I could count on you. See you this afternoon,” and then Faith hung up the phone.
"I've got something you can 'decline,'" Faith muttered as he turned away from the phone and turned his attention to the computer monitor, where he saw he had several messages waiting to be read.
“Master Sergeant Slacker, I’m giving you a direct order to be in my office, this afternoon, at 1600 hours with all of the leaders in the MID who work in the SCIF, E6 and up. If you feel that this order is illegal, immoral, or unethical, then by all means please feel free to take it up with the commander of the MID, the commander of the GSC, or the DCO. Or if you want, I can call the Group CSM and explain what’s going on here, and ask him if he wants to get you and your crew up here, since a commissioned officer can’t seem to do it.
“That won’t be necessary, sir,” Slacker responded quickly.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Faith thought but didn’t say.
“Great, thanks Master Sergeant, I appreciate the assistance and look forward to meeting you later this afternoon,” Faith said, as if everything that just transpired never even happened. “Let me talk to…” he paused to look at the unit roster once again, “CW3 Dodgy.” According to the unit roster, Dodgy was a signals intelligence (SIGINT) warrant, and was the highest-ranking warrant officer down in the SCIF.
“Um, sir, Chief Dodgy is ACAP-ing,” Slacker replied evenly.
“ACAP-ing, what does that mean?”
“It means he checks in once a week or if we have something we need help with,
otherwise he’s clearing and looking for a job.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Well, we normally give people who are retiring 6 months to ACAP, he’s retiring in like two months, so it has been four months or so.”
Faith was incredulous. Six months of basically free leave before retirement? That was something that could be addressed later. “Ok, then call him. Tell him that unless he has a signed leave form or a note from the Group medics, I want him here in my office, today, at 1600.”
Slacker started to respond but Faith cut him off.
“Thanks, Master Sergeant, I knew I could count on you. See you this afternoon,” and then Faith hung up the phone.
"I've got something you can 'decline,'" Faith muttered as he turned away from the phone and turned his attention to the computer monitor, where he saw he had several messages waiting to be read.
Kill them with kindness! Kinda...
Faith might be a bit green, but he's pretty quick on his feet.
Faith might be a bit green, but he's pretty quick on his feet.
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