Knowing he had just been screwed with by a bunch of E4 Specialists, Faith laughed it off. “Joe is as Joe does,” he thought as he made his way towards Delta Company. He knew it wouldn’t be his last experience with the “Spec-4 Mafia.” He would be ready the next time, he thought to himself as he grinned, remembering the times he and his military junior college buddies did the same thing to their upperclassmen.
Delta Company’s building was actually only a portion of one long, continuous building that housed, in turn, Headquarters Company, Alpha Company, Bravo Company, and Charlie Company before terminating with Delta. As he passed Charlie Company, a specialist emerged and saluted sharply. “Good evening, sir,” he said enthusiastically. Faith returned the salute and the sentiment. The other man looked vaguely familiar. “Probably someone I saw during inprocessing,” he thought idly as he made his way past. But damn, that guy looked familiar.
“Private Faith!” the other man exclaimed. That voice sounded familiar too. Faith turned around. The specialist he had just passed was now facing him, feet together, right fist clenched and right arm parallel to the ground. On the ring finger of his right hand was a large class ring. It was exactly like the one Faith wore on his own hand. How did this guy have the same ring? And no one called him “Private Faith” since…
“Do you not recognize your upperclassmen there, ‘new shoes’?” he asked mockingly, using a term for new cadets unique to the small military junior college Faith attended nearly five years ago. Faith looked at the other man for a moment in stunned silence.
“Holy shit, Sergeant Major Sherman?” he asked incredulously. It was him. This was the man responsible for training Faith when he first arrived at Middle Georgia Military College. More correctly, this was the man who hazed the crap out of Faith during the infamous “Plebe Period” that marked the start of every freshman’s time at MGMC. That school was a two-year military junior college, designed to produce officers for the Georgia National Guard in a mere two years. Others, like Faith, attended MGMC to have another, better shot at attending one of the service academies. Faith and Sherman were never close, but Faith knew him as a standup guy. Still shocked, Faith raised his own right hand and bumped rings with Sherman, who was now no longer a cadet command sergeant major but an active duty Army specialist.
“Um… what happened?” Faith asked, looking at Sherman’s collar insignia. He knew Sherman had been commissioned as a second lieutenant of Infantry; Faith was present when Sherman received his gold bars and recited the Oath of Office. Going from an O1 to an E4 was career progression in the exact wrong direction.
“What? Oh,” said Sherman with a smile. “It’s all good. I’m still a first lieutenant in the Reserves, but I’m a Specialist on active duty,” the other man responded.
Faith couldn’t help but look skeptical. How could someone be simultaneously a first lieutenant AND a specialist? More likely, he never finished his four-year degree and got his commission yanked. There was a story there, and Faith was determined to get it. But probably not right now. After exchanging obligatory “remember the time” vignettes for a minute or two, the men went their separate ways.
“Good afternoon, Faith, I mean Sir!” Sherman said, again saluting and then departing towards the battalion headquarters building.
“Uh, yeah, you too Sergeant Maj… I mean Specialist Sherman,” Faith stammered, returning the salute.
“In your mind, people stay the same rank they were when you first met them,” Faith thought, remembering something his father once told him.
Wow, that was weird, Faith thought. He never liked Sherman, but respected him. The man was not known for embellishing the truth. But what he just said didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. Short of some kind of misconduct, how could someone who got his commission into the Georgia National Guard end up as an enlisted soldier on active duty? It didn’t make any sense. Faith thought there was a whole lot more to this story. He hoped he’d be able to find out what it was. But for now, he needed to get himself together to meet his new company commander and, hopefully, his new platoon.
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1) What do you think about this situation? Sherman didn’t have reputation for being a liar, but how can what he said be true? How can someone be both an officer and an enlisted man?
2) What kinds of things should Faith be thinking about as he nears his new company? If he gets a platoon today, what should he say/do in that first encounter?