This blog is about those military moments when you either told someone higher ranking off, or you just did something disrespectful. In my Marine years, I had two.
The Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps came for a visit to our base, and of course, a big deal was made. That evening, I crossed the street to the deli to meet my GF, who worked there. When I walked in, she was crying. She was a tough cookie, so this was uncharacteristic of her. Through her tears, she told me that she had been cussed out and threatened, then pointed to the dry cleaners, where the Segeant Major was putting a uniform in the cleaners. I went next door (we were both in street clothes). I told him, "Sergeant Major, across the street, you're a big kahuna, but over here, you're just a turd. Either apologize to my girlfriend, or step outside and prepare to take an ass whupping like a man."
The look on his face was priceless-it was fear. He apologized.
The second happened three weeks before my transfer to the reserves. A Master Sergeant, who had made my life a living hell for three years, was on his last day. Because he had served 35 years, he rated an entourage of Officers, who I guess were kissing his ass. The Master Sergeant made the mistake of coming over to me and putting his arm around my shoulder. He then said "Me and the Dude have been friends for years, haven't we ?"
Fed up, I threw his arm off of me and retorted "You fucking asshole. If you ever see me on the street, you better put your fat ass in high gear, because I'll beat your ass."
I then looked at his entourage and said "I'm out in three weeks, What are you gonna do about it."
To my surprise, they just slunk away.
LOL you had a pair.
Recently watched the movie The Hurt Locker about a US bomb squad in Iraq, several scenes of insubordination in it. The movie won the Best Picture at the Oscars and beat out Avatar for the award. The Hurt Locker cost $11 million to produce, Avatar was $230 million production.