From Badgers Forward…
When I awaken, it is particularly dark. I hear the coffee percolating and look at the clock; it’s 0730. The only image I have in my head is of the Soldier on the litter. I put on some shorts, slide into my shower shoes and my fleece, and I grab my coffee cup and fill it with the hot brew. I head out the door to the other Company TOC. I want to see if there is more information available.
It has rained in the night and I almost slip and fall. Hot coffee splashes out of my cup hitting my very cold feet. It is very quiet as I enter the other TOC. I approach the NCO on duty.“Any word from the CSH?”
“You probably want to speak to the Commander or the First Sergeant, Sir. They have both stepped out to speak with the company.”
That tells me everything I need to know. The only other answers would have been no or he’s stable/improving or something else noncommittal and vague.
“Alright,” I say, “I’ll catch up with them later.”
I leave and the NCO comes out the door after me.
“Sir, . . . we just got a phone call, I’m not supposed . . .”
“Sergeant. Thanks. I understand. You are doing your job responsibly. You don’t need to tell me a thing. I already know.”
I come back into the TOC looking for my First Sergeant. He’s out on the main board walk. I step out the front door and motion him over.
“Yes, Sir?”
“I was just over in the other Company TOC. They just go a phone call from the CSH and the Commander went down to talk to the company. Let’s get ready.”
“Roger that Sir. We’ll wait until it’s official.”
“Roger.”
Read the whole damn thing. And yes, that is an order. Sgt Hook out.
Hotel tango AWTM.
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