One of the final straws that broke the re-enlistment back for me was what happened late one Saturday night/Sunday morning at the United States Disciplinary Barracks, Ft Leavenworth, KS.
We had just gotten off work, finshed PT, and didn't have to be back at work until Tuesday morning. Those of us that headed into the barracks had a rude surprise waiting for us. But allow me to preface: each platoon, on the way out to work, was required to police up the barracks, especially the latrines, which the on-going platoon did. I know, because when I got in it was my job to check and be sure they had. The place was spotless. Except for one little thing, which one of my people did, because I saw him do it, and we had just come in from work. He had stopped at the soda machine and bought a Pepsi, drank it on the way upstairs, and when finished, he put it in the trash can like he's supposed to.
We all heard this loud 'crash', and most of us came out into the hallway. Upon entering the hallway, there is our USDB MP Battalion CSM(Command Sergeant Major)in the hallway, and now he's yelling for ALL of us to come out into the hallway. He runs into the latrine, starts cussing us out, and then comes out with that garbage can, which he then took and rolled down our hallway, all the while calling us everything he could lay his tongue on. Next, he tells us we're going to "G.I." the entire floor until he's satisfied or we'll be there all night. Well, guess what? We were there all night! And all the while we're getting treated like basic trainees at Ft. McClellan AL all over again. Finally, about 0700 hrs he had us form up outside in the parking lot and gave us some bullshit speech about how long he had been in the Army and how he couldn't stand seeing his Army ruined by maggots like us. This all being witnessed by the same platoon that had relieved us and our Air Force counterparts as one group departed and the other assumed their posts.
That incident, and the fact that the re-enlistment NCO did not want to give me one single thing that I wanted, which really pissed me off to no end because everyone I knew that was re-enlisting were getting the sun and the moon, in addition to nice bonuses too. So, at that point, I pretty much said "fuck the Army!" and got out while the getting was good.
Except for Ft. Campbell, every place I was stationed in the Army was a clusterfuck. Terrible officers who didn't know how to lead, NCO's that only looked out for themselves, and in addition, during that time, there was a promotion freeze on, so I couldn't even get promoted. I was even approached by an officer after the incident in the barracks and asked to give a sworn statement against the CSM. I asked the officer in question how long he had been in the Army, and he had been in less time than I had been. I asked him if he was really going to take on a CSM with over 30 years in and 3 tours in Vietnam, and he said yes. I told him you'll lose, and count me out. I'm short, and I just want to get out. Leave me alone!
The next weekend, at the post dining facility, the same CSM comes up to me, sits down with me(I was sitting alone, and I guess he felt like I was his newest, bestest buddy!)and starts talking to me about re-enlisting because he knew I was short. I finished my meal, in a hurry, thanked him for his words of wisdom and told him I'd take it into consideration. At that point, ETS just wasn't coming fucking fast enough! Re-enlist, my ass!
Now, don't get me wrong. the Army was good for me, and actually good to me as well. But I am a no-nonsense kinda guy, and I just decided that 20+ years in the Army was not for me. I am a halfway intelligent person, and I know shit when I see it and hear it, and the Army isn't for anyone that isn't just going to go along.
You know, I'm going to stop writing now. I'm getting pissed off all over again just thinking about that crap. I'm done!