GrabberOrange69
Troglodyte
...or just a masochist?
A few weeks ago I received a phone call from my DO (AF Director of Operations = "XO" for you department of the Navy Types) at 0520 in the morning on a Sunday. While not completely out of the ordinary, it was non-the-less unexpected. Seems our duty officer had phoned the DO at 0430 to pass on some performance information about a young "E" that was not within the standards of conduct for a servant of the United States. I quickly called my 1st Sgt and Sq Superintendent where we decided we needed to report to the duty location immediately and begin an "investigation", also to maintain a element of surprise.
Upon arrival, I find my DO there; moments later my 1st Sgt and Sq Sup arrive. After our huddle, we decide to question the lad, and call him to my office on a "fact finding mission". Upon arrival, I read the young "E" his rights, and my Sq Sup confronts him with the derogatory info whereby we receive a retort from him of "that could be anybody, you can't prove it was me..." His answer was not prefaced by a "Sir, Sgt, or Mr."
I bolted out of my chair, and was immediately 3/16 of an inch from his face at full volume. It was pure reaction, instinctive after years of service. My entire size 12.5 boot was up his ass. I'm not entirely sure what I said, other than I know there was an obscenity (I know this because during the hearing it was brought up and I testified that "yes, I had spoken that word"; somewhat proudly).
I am a Mustang, and was surprised that I so easily reacted just as in my earlier days of being a supervisor.
I found the entire "questioning" somewhat refreshing; maybe even "rewarding" on a certain level. My team stayed on duty for the next 15 hours until we got it fully handed off to "CID". Then we cracked a bottle of scotch and smoked a few cigars on the back patio off our heritage room before turning in for the night.
Was it wrong for me to enjoy nailing the bastard? Am I grumpy; or just a masochist?
Shining my boots in the CONUS...
A few weeks ago I received a phone call from my DO (AF Director of Operations = "XO" for you department of the Navy Types) at 0520 in the morning on a Sunday. While not completely out of the ordinary, it was non-the-less unexpected. Seems our duty officer had phoned the DO at 0430 to pass on some performance information about a young "E" that was not within the standards of conduct for a servant of the United States. I quickly called my 1st Sgt and Sq Superintendent where we decided we needed to report to the duty location immediately and begin an "investigation", also to maintain a element of surprise.
Upon arrival, I find my DO there; moments later my 1st Sgt and Sq Sup arrive. After our huddle, we decide to question the lad, and call him to my office on a "fact finding mission". Upon arrival, I read the young "E" his rights, and my Sq Sup confronts him with the derogatory info whereby we receive a retort from him of "that could be anybody, you can't prove it was me..." His answer was not prefaced by a "Sir, Sgt, or Mr."
I bolted out of my chair, and was immediately 3/16 of an inch from his face at full volume. It was pure reaction, instinctive after years of service. My entire size 12.5 boot was up his ass. I'm not entirely sure what I said, other than I know there was an obscenity (I know this because during the hearing it was brought up and I testified that "yes, I had spoken that word"; somewhat proudly).
I am a Mustang, and was surprised that I so easily reacted just as in my earlier days of being a supervisor.
I found the entire "questioning" somewhat refreshing; maybe even "rewarding" on a certain level. My team stayed on duty for the next 15 hours until we got it fully handed off to "CID". Then we cracked a bottle of scotch and smoked a few cigars on the back patio off our heritage room before turning in for the night.
Was it wrong for me to enjoy nailing the bastard? Am I grumpy; or just a masochist?
Shining my boots in the CONUS...
