I Matthew E. Robinson do solemnly swear that I will support
and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign
and domestic, and that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that
I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of
the Officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code
of Military Justice. So Help Me God.
“No Sir, we cannot do that. It will
take a direct order from the MNC-I (Multi-National Corps-Iraq) Commander (CDR)
for me to do that,” I replied after gulping a bit and taking a deep breath. I
was the Chief of IO (Information Operations) plans serving in Baghdad.
As I expected the Colonel, the Chief
of Staff from one of our subordinate divisions, exploded in a tirade, which
questioned my intelligence and general fitness for service. He’d come up to our
headquarters to see me and convince me to support a plan that I felt was not
only illegal, but also immoral.
“I understand Sir. I also understand
that I am not the one who can say “no” and make it stick, but the Commander is
going to have to give me a direct order…and then I might have to refuse.”
After hearing that, the Colonel
stalked off hands clenched. I knew I’d not heard the last of this issue. Sure
enough, later that week the division commander paid me a visit while chatting
with the MNC-I CDR. The MNC-I CDR was a Lieutenant General (three stars), and
the division CDR was a Major General (two stars). I was a Lieutenant Colonel…no
stars. The conversation with the Division CDR was a repeat of the conversation
with the Chief of Staff, except the volume was louder and my intelligence and
fitness was even more suspect.
“I’m going to talk to your commander,”
roared the General as he strode away.
“Yessir, I understand,” I replied to
his rapidly disappearing back.
Sure enough, the next day the CG
(Commanding General) stopped me in the hall and asked me about the issue. “Matt,
I need to know more details. Come by my office and brief me this evening.”
“Yessir,” I was stunned that he knew my
name. I was just one of the minions buried deep within the command structure. But
I went to his office as directed and provided the required briefing. He asked a
few questions and then dismissed me, telling me that he would deal with it. I
never heard of the issue again. I’ve always wished that I could have been there
for the discussion; but, he was an excellent leader would not let a
knuckle-dragging minion like myself witness that type of conversation.
The military life is fraught with
challenges and dangers, physical, mental, and spiritual, especially when rounds
are going back and forth in earnest. It is a crucible in which common citizens
find themselves tested. Taken seriously, it burns away the dross, leaving a man
or woman of character. The oath of enlistment, first written in 1789, despite
occasional tinkering, remained largely unchanged until the Civil War. That
conflict introduced language that sought to forestall going over to the
Confederacy. It was changed to the more modern version in 1884, and that lasted
until 1959 when it was modified slightly.
When I was a young private, I did
not expend much thought about the oath; however, as time passed and my
responsibilities increased the oath became more important. Eventually upon
commissioning, the oath took on greater import in my life and provided a guide
as I sought to navigate the hazardous career that I had chosen. Eventually I
was asked to do something that violated my conscience and, I believed, the law.
Refusing took courage; but, I had been taught that a good soldier does not
simply follow orders. A good soldier measures his orders first against the
Constitution and then against the Uniform Code of Military Justice, more
commonly referred to as the UCMJ. I survived that first refusal with no
repercussions.
As time passed and I accrued more
rank and responsibility, the tests grew more stringent, and the stakes grew
higher until I had to face the wrath of a Major General. I’d always been told
that as an officer, I needed to have enough moral character to walk away from
my career over such an issue. I was thankful that my CDR had seen things my
way. It might not have turned out good for me. Fortunately, my CDR was a
thoughtful man who believed that doing the right thing was the right thing.
Soldiers, NCOs, and Officers need
wise commanders who think carefully before they act, who weigh the issues and
the ramifications of their orders before they issue them. There are many things
we want to do in the heat of the moment, when rounds are snapping past, that
may not be the best thing.
During my first tour in Iraq, I
called for illumination when taking fire while returning to the FOB. I was
denied. Furious, I stormed into the TOC (Tactical Operations Center), demanding
to know why I was denied only to find out the firing illumination rounds would
have put innocent civilians at risk from the 155 round casing tumbling to
earth. Later that same tour, I would stop a gunner from opening up with a 50
cal. in downtown Baghdad, knowing that a long burst from a heavy machine gun
would send rounds through many walls of apartment blocks causing numerous
innocent casualties, violating proportionality. Proportionality is the concept
that you do not kill a fly with a sledgehammer. We settled that issue with
small arms fires. What’s the point you might ask?
We need thoughtful leaders who
understand when subordinates question dubious orders. Sometimes the subordinate
is incorrect, and the order must be followed as given. Sometimes the order is
incorrect and must either be rescinded or amended. When lives, friendly, foe,
and innocent civilians, are at stake, we must do our best to limit the carnage.
We must be strong enough to take a deep breath and carefully examine the issues
at hand. Punishing subordinates for simply asking for clarification or refusing
to follow unlawful orders is not the trait of a good leader.