Everything is an order.
A sneak preview of something that will go in the book in whole or in part. The only name in this has been changed, so no PERSEC. Edited mildly from the original at /r/bikerjedi
One of the things about being in the military is that everything is an order. EVERYTHING.
Don't report for formation? Violating orders to be at the right place at the right time. Out of uniform? Violating orders to be in the proper uniform. Usually things just result in an ass chewing. You get the idea. Not all soldiers do, and that is when things get worse.
Meet PFC Allen. He married your typical dependa and was living off base. Allen got sick one day with what started as a mild flu before he got it bad later. He was sent home from sick call and told to stay "on quarters" for the next 48 hours and report back. That meant he was supposed to go home and stay home. But no, this plague rat was seen at the movies that night with his wife.
Word got back to the chain of command the next morning. I was operating in my role as "Operations and Security Specialist" at the time. If you remember from previous stories, that was the bullshit job title I took after I was taken off the line due to my pending medical discharge. I was working for the platoon leader, helping him plan FTX's, acquire equipment, etc. My desk was with the LT and another guy, two doors down from the CO's office. When we heard about it, we knew the First Sergeant and CO were going to go nuclear.
After morning PT, chow and formation, I heard the First Sergeant yell, "MOTHERFUCKER!" and something slam. I peeked into the hall and saw him storm into the CO's office yelling about "That shitbag Private Allen" and knew it would be good. Top came out of the CO's office after a quick discussion, and went back to his own office to call PFC Allen. I snuck down the hall, with a couple other guys behind me to stay out of line of sight. We were like kids eavesdropping on a salacious conversation our parents were having or something.
Top called Private Allen and demanded he come in immediately. After a second, it became clear what Allen said, because Top said "Get the fuck in here now, I don't care if you are sick. Have your wife drive you." Another pause. "If she is sick too, then why were you two out last night!? NOW PRIVATE!"
SLAM! Went the phone. By the way, Top HATED if you called him Top. He was First Sergeant. He had a sign on his desk that said, "I'm not a toy, don't play with me." He was a mean SOB, but he was by the book.
Allen shows up about an hour or so later, reports to the CO, and we listen to a good twenty minutes of yelling. At the end of it, PFC Allen was given two weeks confinement to a barracks room and two weeks of extra duty after he was well enough to be out of bed. Top also made sure this guy took his meds on schedule each day, which was funny to me.
Everything is an order. Do what the doctor says to do.
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