In the army we have creeds. The Soldier's Creed. The Non Comissioned Officers Creed. And this week I found posted in our company headquartes the Specialist Creed. (non army people, now is when you click on the link to the non comissioned officers creed and read it first lest you completely miss the humor of what is to follow.)
The Specialists Creed
No one gets away with more than I. I am a non Non-Commissioned Officer, a beast of burden. As a junior enlisted soldier I realize that I am a member of an under appreciated, much chastised group of soldiers which is known as the ribcage, or perhaps pancreas, of the Army.
I am proud of myself and my fellow Specialists and will continue to bitch, whine and sham until the absolute last second regardless of the mission at hand. I will use my grade and position to avoid responsibility, accountability and any sense of presence of mind.
Ignorance is my watchword. My two best excuses will always be on the tip of my tongue "I didn't know," and "It wasn't me." I will strive to remain invisible and unavailable for details. Never ever volunteer for anything is my rallying cry.
I am aware of my role as a SPC and if you need me for anything, I'll be on appointment. I know the other soldiers, and I will always refer to them by their first name or in some cases derogatory nickname. On weekends, or days off I will consistently drink myself into oblivion, and I will never answer my phone. I understand that for a person in my hierarchal position, rewards are going to be few and far between, and punishment will always be swift and severe.
Officers of my unit will have maximum time to accomplish their duties, because I will be accomplishing them for them. I will kiss up to their face and badmouth them behind their back, just like everyone else. I will be loyal to those with home I serve, provided there's something in it for me. I am the last bastion of common sense that stands between me and the Army philosophy of "Work Harder, Not Smarter." My voice is a tool and my complaints are a weapon that I wield with unmatched skill and finesse. I will not forget, nor will I allow my comrades to forget, Specialist is the greatest rank in the Army and rank has its privileges.
Most of you don't know Trevor. Trevor was my neighbor my first year at UNO and we have been great friends ever since! He joined the guard not long after me (follower!) and is almost done with his training to fly unmanned aerial vehicles (remote control planes- REAL expensive ones!)
Trevor, as you are about to embark into the world of the post IET Army, may you take your rank and position to heart. I love ya!!!
The Specialists Creed
No one gets away with more than I. I am a non Non-Commissioned Officer, a beast of burden. As a junior enlisted soldier I realize that I am a member of an under appreciated, much chastised group of soldiers which is known as the ribcage, or perhaps pancreas, of the Army.
I am proud of myself and my fellow Specialists and will continue to bitch, whine and sham until the absolute last second regardless of the mission at hand. I will use my grade and position to avoid responsibility, accountability and any sense of presence of mind.
Ignorance is my watchword. My two best excuses will always be on the tip of my tongue "I didn't know," and "It wasn't me." I will strive to remain invisible and unavailable for details. Never ever volunteer for anything is my rallying cry.
I am aware of my role as a SPC and if you need me for anything, I'll be on appointment. I know the other soldiers, and I will always refer to them by their first name or in some cases derogatory nickname. On weekends, or days off I will consistently drink myself into oblivion, and I will never answer my phone. I understand that for a person in my hierarchal position, rewards are going to be few and far between, and punishment will always be swift and severe.
Officers of my unit will have maximum time to accomplish their duties, because I will be accomplishing them for them. I will kiss up to their face and badmouth them behind their back, just like everyone else. I will be loyal to those with home I serve, provided there's something in it for me. I am the last bastion of common sense that stands between me and the Army philosophy of "Work Harder, Not Smarter." My voice is a tool and my complaints are a weapon that I wield with unmatched skill and finesse. I will not forget, nor will I allow my comrades to forget, Specialist is the greatest rank in the Army and rank has its privileges.
Most of you don't know Trevor. Trevor was my neighbor my first year at UNO and we have been great friends ever since! He joined the guard not long after me (follower!) and is almost done with his training to fly unmanned aerial vehicles (remote control planes- REAL expensive ones!)Trevor, as you are about to embark into the world of the post IET Army, may you take your rank and position to heart. I love ya!!!
1 comment:
Bri, Let it never be said that you could not bring me too rolling laughter in the middle of a quiet military library and get glared at by a "Sir" or "Ma'm"! You truely do understand exactly where and what we are in the ranks! I wish that I could see you more often than I do and party with you again, But until that day, I miss you, think of you often, and say a prayer for you everynight. I still to wear the soilders Creed around my neck, but I may have to replace it with this one. It does after all seem more fitting after staying in a barracks for six months with the "craziest of weird" and the "weirdest of nutz". But most importantly, Where did you find that picture?!?!? I think that your side kick must have something to do with this. I will have to find a picture of you to post to now! And they aren't 'just' real expensive airplanes, They are Insanely expensive airplanes with Insanely expensive cameras that just happen to be remote controlled! I'm glad the governments paying for them! Love ya lots! Trevor
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