Crazy commanders. Excellence first

 I'm leaving the names off to protect these guys.

Our new Captain, Company Commander, Headquarters & Headquarters Troop 4/7 Cavalry, 1981.

 He was relieved of duty as infantry commander.

 He refused to do a change of command ceremony when he came to us.

 The captain was the commander of an infantry unit and received a low score on his officer's Evaluation Report (OER).  He was relieved of duty and assigned to us, There had to be other reasons he was relieved from duty.  We never found out.  He was in command for three weeks.

    •  He was re-assigned to HHT 4/7 Cav. a non-infantry unit
    • He decorated his office with camouflage paint and hung camouflage net from the ceiling and walls.
    • Foot prints on floor, feet at attention – in trouble, feet at parade rest – out of trouble.  That's where you stood until he called for you.
    • He had sandbags piled around his desk with a port opening in the front.
    • When we soldiers went to see him, We were required to low crawl into his office, jump to attention, salute and report through the portal.
    • During a practice alert one morning, he got mad because, we didn't pack up to move out.  He called all sections, ordering them to form up the vehicles in front of the headquarters building.  We left the camp in a convoy without convoy clearance.  We never done that before!
    • He loved to run.  He would take us on extremely long physical training (PT) runs, 5, 10, 15 miles.  Only a few soldiers would finish. 

One morning, the captain shows up to PT with his side arm, loaded (Rumor).  He told the First Sergeant, that we were going on a 20-mile run. We were In formation, ready to do PT.  He said we are going on a good run to get in shape. He said everyone better finish, daring anyone to fall out of the run.  He gave a long speech, about Army tradition, physical fitness and surviving on the battlefield.  He ended his speech with “God help the SOB that drops out of my run.”  He turned the formation back over to the First Sergeant. The first Sergeant led the run that morning.  The Captain fell in behind the formation.  We did a couple of (slow) laps inside the camp.  As we approached the camp gates, we could see the MPs were there.  They stopped the captain as we continued to run out the gate.  We ran for about a mile and then the First Sergeant stopped the run.  We marched back to the camp.  We were released and told to report to duty after noon chow.

 We never saw the captain again.  The rumors we heard is that he had a nervous breakdown and was taken to 121 Hospital in Seoul.  Apparently, the First Sergeant knew he was having a breakdown and called for help after the captain drew his weapon from the armory earlier that morning.

 The First Sergeant was the hero!

Excellence first!

In 1985, We had a Battalion Commander (41st Signal Bn) who demanded excellence in everything.  He wanted everything to be perfect!  He made us paint "Excellence First" on all our vehicles,  put "Excellence First" over all entrances, write "Excellence First" on all correspondence.  He also made the rule, when you salute an officer, you must shout "Excellence First!"

I need to add more, but to make a long story short: 

His OER ( Officer's Evaluation Report) wasn't excellent enough.  

He rewrote his OER and signed it for the Brigade Commander. 

He was promptly removed from command.

How can you not know you'll get caught?


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