And The Cardboard Cookie Award goes to.....SFC B!

OK, guys. Listen up: ESD will be knocking on your door very, very soon if you are doing stoopid stuff like this: http://www.wtvf.com/Global/story.asp?S=6494139

So, in the spirit of teamwork, here's some really good tips for you: http://detailedrecruiter.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-advice.html This from SFC B in Phoenix, AZ (or so the blog says) who has a pretty good head on his shoulders and a wicked funny way to tell you to CUT THE CRAP!!!!!

Sergeants, let me be the one to tell you that this stuff just pisses me off. Why? Well, first you have the fun humiliation that comes with all those doggone civilians who think that the one guy in uniform that they see in front of them at McDonald's trying to order some lunch is the same dude they just saw on the TV news last night. Never mind that it was a female, or a Marine, or one thousand miles away or whatever. To a civilian: every GI is the same GI. So the honest recruiters get to suffer for what those dummies on TV did. Sucks to be us, don't it?

Two: I am so sick and tired of going into a Battalion Headquarters and seeing the very same recruiters that we are investigating posted on the awards board as "Top Recruiter of the Daggone Universe".

Three: I am so sick and tired of the honest recruiters having to slog their way through 100 hour weeks just to try to come close to the production numbers that the crooked recruiters make in 20 hour weeks. Really. They are being held to a standard that is largely upheld by criminal activity.

Four: PVT Mallard was somebody's son. Somebody's husband. Somebody's daddy. And PVT Mallard is now gone, not because he got his tail shot off in the war, oh no. Because a crooked recruiter took PVT Mallard by the hand and took him down the road to self destruction. Think about it. The very best scenario would have been his discharge for fraudulent entry once the cadre at BCT finally caught on to the fact that PVT Mallard really wasn't fit for service. And even that would have destroyed his little world: he would have been sent home a second time failure for psychiatric issues. What kind of job was he going to get then to support his family? How was he going to face his wife? His parents? Sure, they say now that they wish he'd never joined, but you and I both know that Mom, Dad, and Wifey were all behind him joining up and getting a great career with bennies! How would you handle returning home as a failure after all the hoopla they raised? Yeah, he was toast, no matter how this cookie crumbled. And yes, I do blame the recruiter.

K. That's enough for now.

I hope I never come to your recruiting station, but if I do, just know that there's a reason for it.