Now, after a decade of drinking “green” tea and filling “in-lieu-of the Army doing its job” taskings and the “Cult of COIN,” I’m not sure if I’m in the Army or in the Air Force. But now I know that senior leadership matters, and what my leadership is showing me is that nothing I do matters or ever will.Īs if twelve years wasn’t enough of boring meaningless holes in the sky while our most demanding combat skills atrophied and we prematurely aged our inventory. When I was an FNG, all I cared about was sounding good on check-ins, staying visual, flying good formation, and studying the 3-1. You might think that we’re too busy doing more with less, coping with the administrivia of yet another ancillary ground training requirement from some staff puke’s rice bowl, trying to magically improve our “readiness” reporting with geriatric jets that can’t make UTE and a glut of inexeperienced wingmen that we can’t absorb – that we are too busy to notice that what leadership is doing. You might think that out in the field we don’t notice what’s going on at Headquarters. Why should I keep on bleeding myself and my family dry on MQT, CMR, FMC, UTE, RAP, FLUG, DTS, TDYs, OPRs, ATSO, SARC, CBTs, AT/FP, IA/IP, UCIs, SORTS,OREs, ORIs, AEFs, IPUG, BMC, when in the end nothing that I do seems to matter? To put it another way, why should I put service before self when my Chief is systematically dismantling my service? To use a perhaps appropriately joint analogy, I’m a strong swimmer – so why stay aboard a ship whose captain is running it aground? Editor's Note: For background and history of the "Dear Boss" letter, see this post.
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