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¹Ethics / legalities
I GASPED!
"Okay, yeah, on PAPER you'll work for her but in reality she works for you. Your job is to keep her from jiggling the handle to flush the toilet. Because she's really good at it."
SIR?!?
"If he asks, tell him I rewarded you for making SrA BTZ. But here's the thing..."
SIR?!?
"Ah, colonels always stick their noses in enlisted details. I want MFRs from YOU detailing how many microcomputers your office bought and whatever else your office did."
The MSgt was dumbfounded. "We have no money." I was like, "let me tell you a story..."
I filed an "unfunded ISRD" to get them computers to improve AFCC airmen's instruction. Rubber-stamped!
Then I funded it.
It helped that Col. Orton placed me on the ISRD¹ Review Board as its lowest-ranking member. I got alllll sorts of things approved.
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¹ Information Systems Requirements Document
Dr. Ryan, SES-4, HQ USAFE/DO. If an aircraft was flying A-1 in Europe, he knew about it.
"Dr. Ryan! Do you want to speak to Capt/Maj Polen? No, of course not..."
Dr. Ryan gets fallouts every quarter...
What's my one-line mission statement? "As many as possible..."
"Sir, can you take back a quarter-mil? I can do 900, mayyyyybe 950 for /DO by tomorrow."
BOOM! A quarter-mil for unfunded reqs.
"Sir, I swear to God I'll get you 950 in microcomputers."
Now comes the RESOURCES. This is the big part.
Dr. Ryan: "What do you need?"
"He needs to drive a good car. We'll hand-carry a pile of Form 9's all over Ramstein." Dr. Ryan: "They all drive BMWs. What else do you need?"
Now for signatures...
Dr. Ryan: "I owe him a million favors, tell him I owe another."
Now for me...
"You know The Shoe, he loves to hand out LOAs for doing a good job."
"Have the captain draft it for my signature. What else do you need?"
It's over at this point. Now I lay out the instructions...
Dr. Ryan: "Great!" <click>
Capt/Maj Polen: "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?"
"Ma'am, I'm an E-4 and he's an SES-4..."
"You can't go in there."
"I know, ma'am, I'll only be a minute." <KNOCK>
"Sir, Dr. Ryan wants to spend a million-two by tomorrow."
"Yep, said he owes you another one. I'll need 50 or so signatures from you."
"What about you?"
"LOA from his desk."
"oooh, let's make this happen!"
I'm out the door with 1Lt Bender shouting at me...
It's 1705L. Capt/Maj Polen: "Where IS he?"
<SLAM> "HEY HEY, TRANQUIL'S THE NAME! GREAT TO BE HERE! SO WHAT'S THE MISSION BRIEF?"
"Tranquil, Capt/Maj Polen, /SIPIB."
"GREAT TO MEETCHA!"
Capt/Maj Polen: "Likewise. I'm out." <door shuts>
"Beautiful chair you got here!"
"Yep, I acquired it from Midnight Acquisition. Did Dr. Ryan explain the #1 rule?"
"Great! Because I swear to you, tomorrow EVERYONE we meet will tell you it can't be done. I do this all the time and I assure you it can be. You just gotta do something very special..."
Capt Tranquil: "oooh, sneaky!"
"--exactly. Because if they see me before we get our foot in the door, they'll shut it on us and our mission fails. You gotta DRIVE in..."
Capt Tranquil: "Okay, so when do we start?"
"Wait, you're going to be here all night?"
"Correct. These Form 9's don't print themselves. We'll bring them with us and strike all the targets that stand in our way."
"I drafted this LOA for you to take to Dr. Ryan about my efforts tonight & tomorrow."
"Whew, he said to do this but I didn't know what to write."
"Well, don't submit it to him if we fail. But I assure you we'll succeed!"
Until one day...
I go back but this time I change into civvies. #oops
A lieutenant who HATES MY GUTS for cutting 100% red tape walks by in uniform. Sees me. Enters.
"Airman, why are you in civvies at work?"
"I can offer a reason. I don't think you'll take it as an excuse."
"I'm listening..."
Retort: "...and you didn't have another uniform?"
"Like I said: a reason, not an excuse."
The lieutenant snorts & leaves.
I got my dressing-down. I said "ouch" (to quote George Carlin). I get back to work.
I walk in on Monday morning...
I'm clueless but I know she'll give me no heads-up.
I pass 1Lt Bender. Smiling from ear to ear. Yeah, this is NOT going to be good.
I knock once. "Enter."
I'm signing to acknowledge I have 48hrs to weigh my options with the Area Defense Counsel.
I sign. I salute. "Dismissed." I retreat.
I'm standing in the snow. "Airman of the Year. Below the Zone. Article 15. How did I GET here?!?"
But you know what? I'm standing two blocks from Col. Orton's office.
I stagger two blocks to his office where the executive officer loves me.
I'm in tears. "I need to see Col. Orton."
"OF COURSE!" <SLAM> "Rob's here!"
He's ELATED. I'm serious: Col. Orton could NOT be happier.
"Rob, you are #INVULNERABLE when this goes away!"
"Okay, look: I'm going to give you a lawful order. Are you listening?"
"Yes, sir."
"GO HOME. Enjoy your day off. And when you come to work tomorrow morning ... I nevvvvver want to hear about this again."
I salute. I'm out!
And Col. Orton was RIGHT: I became invulnerable. Let me explain...
Now I can *size up* my enemy.
"Aha, that person likes it when I cut red tape. But the other person wants to taste my innards..."
...AND NOW FOR THE REST OF THE STORY.
Why did Col. Orton DO this? What could have possibly motivated the vice to a one-star at USAFE?
Our orphaned data automaters gathered their colonels at HQ SSG in Montgomery, Alabama for a meeting.
There, the colonels decided to "put a desktop computer on every desktop." They'd leverage HQ AFCC's raw power to make it happen across all of USAF.
AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY USAF TOOK THE LEAD IN MICROCOMPUTERS IN THE 1980S WHILE THE OTHER SERVICES STOOD IN AWE & WONDER!
I shed my uniform in '86 for a DoD contract job because TS-cleared #GCOS assembler + COBOL was in $$$ high demand. I delivered the sad news to Col. Orton.
"It's great news!" He cared about my needs above mission's. 🥺
I didn't apply for a restricted AECP scholarship because I had a 4yr unrestricted scholarship via the Illinois Veterans Grant.