The Broken Soldier

I forgot to mention meeting a cog in the rumor mill. Hubbell, Hummell, something like that. He was sitting with the Michigan table at Muster last week. He sat through a discussion between several CSMs and myself of what had gone down for the last three years.

This coward, who has made a point of sending libelous email to my current CoC at the Rock Island Arsenal, IL CBWTU, couldn’t look me in the eyes. A man who has spent a year and a half slandering me to everyone who’ll listen, including my CoC at Knox and RIA and my current duty site, based on little more than the slander and libel of those above him, couldn’t pay me the respect of looking me in the eyes. He couldn’t say a word to me. He didn’t dare chime in as I told the CSMs of my state my story.

Now I’m pissed again. It’s been a while. I was trying to be Zen or Christ-like about it. But I only have two cheeks. Both have been slapped. Once at Knox, then again at RIA, and then again at my current duty site. Creating a negative impression of me before anyone at each location has even met me. Creating a situation in which a very difficult situation is made just that much more difficult, as I have a negative impression, a false negative really, to disprove and dispel.

You, sir, are a coward. And I hope, you doting sycophant, that you have a good attorney. Cuz you and your lords have slander, libel, and calumny suits coming. And no, you fucking invertebrate, that’s not an article of clothing. Ask your masters what that means. I’m sure they’ll lie to you, you’ll lap it up, and all convince yourselves there’s nothing to worry about.