Saturday, April 27, 2024

Not My Enemy

 

               Sometimes in life, we find ourselves with a less than stellar hand. Such was the case when I was in the 4th Infantry Division at Fort Cavasos (previously Fort Hood). I was serving as the Signal Battalion Representative in the Division Tactical Command Post, or DTAC. Though not very prestigious, it was a position of some responsibility. I had to make sure that all the signal equipment; radios, tactical telephones, computers for unclassified and classified traffic, copiers, and the coffee pot worked and integrated appropriately. When things worked well, I was part of the furniture. When something did not work properly, I got plenty of face time with the general. Naturally, I wanted the best soldiers and NCOs on my team; consequently, I was disappointed when the Battalion Commander (BN CDR) assigned Sergeant First Class (SFC) Johnston to my section.

               A known malcontent who was counting the days until eligible for retirement, SFC Johnston was lazy and borderline insubordinate. But, he possessed the right rank and Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) for the position. His poor reputation proceeded him. The Sergeant Major (SGM) of the DTAC pulled me aside at the beginning of the first Field Training Exercise (FTX) and said, “Sir, I’m sorry you have SFC Johnston. I know he’s lazy and constantly gripes; but sir, I still expect all the signal equipment to work properly. I cannot give you a pass because you have a poor NCO in your section.”

               I knew that he was correct. Professionalism demanded that I perform no matter who was assigned to my section. I leaned on SFC Johnston. I hectored him for minor misdeeds, such as carping publicly to the SGM about being assigned to a position of responsibility so close to the end of his career. I counseled him in writing when he failed to complete his duties appropriately, made himself scarce during FTXs, and did nothing to ensure that the junior soldiers assigned to our section received appropriate training. Nothing seemed to work. Everyone in the DTAC knew he was a bad apple, a person whose foul attitude drug down the section and did not help the DTAC function effectively or efficiently. I complained to Major (MAJ) Williamson, my immediate supervisor, who agreed with my assessment and how I was handling it. Eventually, my complaints reached the BN CDR, Lieutenant Colonel (LTC) Richardson. One day, LTC dropped by for a visit while we were in the field.

               Surprisingly, he went and chatted with the SGM first. I expected him to seek me out and talk with me. He also talked with the General in charge of the DTAC for a few minutes. Then, he came and found me, saying, “Matt, come with me and let’s talk.”

               We walked in silence out to his HMMWV, where he stopped and took off his helmet and stared off into the distance for a while. I grew uncomfortable in the long period of silence. For a few moments his fingers drummed on the hood as he gathered his thoughts. Eventually he turned to me saying quietly, “Matt, you’ve got to stop treating SFC Johnston as if he were the enemy. He’s a member of your team and it is up to you to bring him along, convincing him to work at a level he does not want to. Start working with him. He’s not going away, and you might find that he has a lot to offer. Got it?”

               “Yessir,” even though I didn’t. But, I did start trying, and even though he never got fully on board with what we were doing, he became an asset instead of dead weight. I learned a lot about leadership, and life, through that experience, and we face a similar challenge in our own sociopolitical life as a nation.

               We’ve come to point where we consider anyone who thinks differently than we do as the enemy. We speak of those on the opposite side politically as if they were out to destroy our nation. We gleefully share memes which degrade others, not caring a wit if they distort, blatantly misrepresent, or outright lie about some group we disagree with. We carelessly savage elected officials from the other party, forgetting that they were elected by fellow citizens to serve the interests of their district. We seem to have fallen into the same trap that I fell into with SFC Johnston, that of labeling someone whom we do not like or agree with as the enemy.

               In the Army, successful officers learn to listen to all their subordinates, even the ones that they may find repugnant. I consider myself a successful, if not great, officer. I scrambled up from the rank of private to the rank of lieutenant colonel. Through sometimes painful experience, I learned to work with almost anyone. Successful commanders learn to keep a razor-sharp focus on mission accomplishment. We need that in our political intercourse.

               While there are ideas and policies, I may consider unsuitable and reject; I need not savage those who put them forth. Instead, I should carefully and thoughtfully state the ideas that I think are worthy. I need not add to the rancor that already pervades political discourse. Additionally, I should not give my support to those who seek it through demagoguery, as they appeal to my baser emotive instincts without clearly articulating why they and their policy ideas deserve my support. It is through thoughtful consideration and respectful conversations that worthy ideas emerge. Meme and soundbite wars do not forward the cause of the nation; rather, they serve only to deepen the chasm between parties. Like it or not, I need people who look at things differently.

               Returning to my recalcitrant NCO, while I never transformed SFC Johnston into the model sergeant, I did manage to coax him into more productive performance. I stopped treating him as if he were the enemy. Instead, I treated him as if he were a valued member of my team. I listened to his suggestions and found that he did have good ideas…at times. And while he continued to mark the days until retirement, he developed enough motivation to make a positive contribution to the section. Even the crusty old SGM noted that SFC Johnston seemed to be pulling his weight in the DTAC. Perhaps that is what we really need in our country, a sense of pulling together toward the common goals of solving problems and bettering our nation. Fewer ad hominem attacks and more thoughtful examination of policy recommendations might be a good place to start.

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