I was looking at my records recently and noticed that it's now been a whole year since I became a Noncommisioned Officer. I was reflecting a bit on what all it means and especially why I'm unhappy with where I am these days.
I've spent all four years of my Army career (short of training) in the same platoon of the same company of the same battalion. I've crawled my way from being a dumb private to being a dumb private with a supervisory job and responsibility, to a specialist. Then back to the States and the tanks, I was trusted with being thrust into a gunner's role with three days of preparation, shot one tank and drove another during our tank qualification tables. A gunner on a tank is a supervisory, superior position to the lower crewmen, so I was then a leader, at least on paper.
I'm not sure when I really started to think about being a leader or acting like it. My authority has always been styled on being better than the other soldiers. I don't think that anyone is willing to argue the fact that I'm the resident expert on tanks amongst the gunners, or the fact that I've always done my damnedest to keep things as good as possible for the soldiers while still focusing on fighting first and foremost. At the end of the day, though, I feel like I'm utterly out of my element dealing with soldiers, especially when the way to get your voice heard amongst the nco's involves avoiding work, brown nosing, and a concerted effort to look good, not have a good platoon of tanks and tankers. Maybe it's a matter of never having real leadership training or mentoring other than a little bit cribbed from friends on the internet, but I don't feel happy all the time, any more.
I've spent all four years of my Army career (short of training) in the same platoon of the same company of the same battalion. I've seen four different first sergeants, four commanders, and a few different teams on the battalion level. These days, I can't help but feel depressed and angry when I look at the people in charge of us. Everything seems stacked against the soldiers now.
There's nothing wrong with hard work. One of the basic principles of effective training is that it be difficult. However, there's a fine line between forcing hard work for a team and continually grinding us down into nothingness. We never got off work before 7 pm last week. That's happened before, but this time, there wasn't a single good reason for it. It was just company leadership changing their minds about what the hell they wanted done, then making the platoons suffer for it. It gets worse when, instead of training for our job (fighting North Koreans from the Abrams) we do stupid shit. Layouts upon layouts. Pointless competitions about infantry skills. Being issued incorrect equipment just so it can be issued out. It's depressing. Worse, no one feels like it's going to change any time soon. The guys trust some sergeants, but I can't do a damn thing except wait for the day I reach my own boiling point. Then I'll have the fun oppurtunity to put take my chevrons off of my chest, add them to my hat and Frisbee them across the motor pool.
I'm not really sure what my point was to typing all this. My life in the Army isn't that bad and I cope just fine most days. Hell, I was genuinely happy under other command teams. I'm banking money at a damn respectable rate while I'm here, and I'm hoping to see more of Korea when I can. Yet, for all that, if I don't feel like the unit I'm working for is worth it any more, I can't really think of much other than getting out (of here, or of the army), bashing my head against the brick wall of our problems, or ineffectually treading water and watching the days tick by.