When the SGT assigns the PVT a job as latrine orderly, what's the worst that can happen? The PVT still gets to go to chow, still gets time in the bunk, still gets other training, right?
What about when the SGT takes the PVT's shit-shovel away and tells him to use his hands to get the job done?
After more or less negotiating a really rough path, but with some distance to go, I don't get to lean on MY shit-shovel for a break.
I'm now a full-time nurse for the gudwife, who has some vascular issues in one leg, leading to some sort of foot infection (inside the foot) that makes her non-ambulatory (can't walk on it, for those of you from the Eighteenth Street gang who flunked out). We have to fight hard to save the foot and/or leg.
Many fine doctors are attending, but she's not quite bad enough to be hospitalized, so I am the nursing staff and Schloss Rivrdog is the nursing home. I have quite the care plan for her to follow, and it is a 16-hour per day job for me. Schloss Rivrdog of course, was not built to be handicapped-accessible, so the work to enter and leave with her is extreme.
As a political aside, Obamacare rulz are getting in the way also, but since the matter may have to be resolved in court, that's all I'm going to say for now.
Wish me and her some luck, and will some Major tell that @#$^*&^%$# Sergeant to give me my shit-shovel back? I can shovel shit with the best, but scooping shit bare-handed is tough on an old man.
Oh, and fair warning: blogging may be shitty spotty.