Yes, I’m talking about myself.
Today I needed to do some laundry. I thought it would be nice to drive over to Lackland and take care of it. I planned stop in and visit the BX, and drive by to see if my Basic Training barracks was still standing. It was one of the few in a small block of wooden barracks still there in 1983 when I went through OTS.
Before I left for Louisiana, I tried to register my truck on line, renewing my tags. Unfortunately, the bugs are not completely eliminated from the system, so I ended up mailing in the registration. It hadn’t returned before I departed.
I pulled up to the main gate at Lackland, showed my ID, and the Army (Guard or Reserve) MP asked if I knew my registration had expired. I explained my story and he asked for my insurance card. I couldn’t find it right away, and he had me pull off to the side. I went through all my insurance cards (dating back to 1998) and the most current wasn’t there. I walked over to the shack and gave him my previous one, and pointed out the phone number to USAA right here in San Antonio. No dice. “We’re not allowed to call and confirm. Return to your vehicle.”
I did, and heard all the radio calls. It sounded as though they had a real desperado in custody. After about five minutes of waiting, this desperado went back to the shack. “Return to your vehicle, sir!”
“If you’re going to write me a ticket, let’s get it done and I’ll be on my way.”
The Air Force security policeman working with him said, “Get back in your vehicle. And that’s a direct order!” I started to remind him that he could not make a direct order, only a lawful order. But if he wanted to do that, I would ask for some clarification and an explanation. I decided to comply, and wait for his Duty Sergeant to arrive.
When the NCO showed up, he completely avoided me, which really set my teeth on edge as he is the one with some judgement authority. And the entire process took over 45 minutes. Of course, the young Airman wished me a good day and a sharp salute when I finally left.
I thought a lot about this whole thing as I drove back toward downtown. These young men are absolutely indoctrinated to follow process to the letter. One was Air Force, and the other Army, so I know that issue crosses service lines. The NCO, on the other hand, is empowered with the ability to use his judgement, and could easily have made a quick phone call, or simply looked at six years worth of insurance cards and given a nod to scratch that citation. He never came close. Neither did any of them want to make eye contact.
Over the last week we have been continually reminded of MPs who not only failed to follow procedure, but failed to listen to their own good sense. Today’s paper has a headline that says, “Iraq Abuse linked to MP Dissatisfaction.” It was above the fold and I didn’t see the full text, but it appears there was certainly a command breakdown. From various reports I’ve seen, what appear to be simple things to civilians are passed by with little notice–like improper wear of the uniform. It looks like nobody was in control, and that falls to BG Karpinski and every “leader” below her. Those above? That depends on how much they learned from Karpinski, although I would expect a commander to be in command. Her superiors could be expected to trust her to handle her job.
Why are the MPs dissatisfied? There could be many reasons: They feel they don’t get enough recognition, and the shooters are getting all the medals. Maybe some were disgusted with the lack of leadership. Perhaps the job they have is boring, and their off-duty time is no better.
But none of these are reasons for abandoning honor and common decency.
So, I’m mad at myself for being stupid, and have to cut some slack to young men doing a thankless and boring task every day. They followed procedure when some of their counterparts found it just a little too difficult to do.
Good job, guys.