My grandfather wrote a newspaper column during World War II called “Daily Until
Victory”. Over the past year, I have been making prints of his old columns, which
are only on microfilm at this point. The column was seven days a week, and I
also found that he had many guest columnists helping him out on certain days.
I think it made for a more interesting column.
A friend of mine stationed in Iraq is a regular reader of my blog, and he’s been
corresponding with me about issues of trust. I will leave his name out of this until
he’s permanently back home.
In the spirit of my grandfather’s columns, the rest of this posting is directly from
Iraq. Thank you, sir. Your Trust Manifesto shirt was mailed last week.
“So I have been reading your blog, and it got me thinking about the kinds of trust I
see around me everyday. As a soldier in Iraq, I have a completely different environment
than most, but since I actually started analyzing what I was seeing, I determined that
it is not just here, but really all over the world. Hear me out:
I am currently sitting in an office not unlike the infinite number of such places to be
found stateside. Sure, the building looks different, but it is an office, for the most part.
Computers, printers, staplers, coffee pot, the works. But that is where the similarities
sort of stop. See in this office, there are also a weapons rack, a safe, some radios,
and some computers that I’m not really allowed to describe. In the weapons rack,
there are four rifles, a squad automatic weapon, a crew served machine gun, and all
of the necessary ammunition is resting comfortably next to it. In the safe, classified
materials. The computers? Well, put them in the same category as the safe. We’ll
stick with the term classified. On the radios behind me, units in the field are calling
in locations and other various sensitive bits of information.
And I’m alone. The military, and to an extent, the United States government, has
placed in me enough trust to be alone with deadly weapons, sensitive and potentially
damaging information, and access to troop movements, strengths, etc. Talk about
trust! What’s more, it’s not even an option. I have to have a security clearance just
to show up for work, and every soldier here is REQUIRED to carry a weapon on
them at all times. Every person who walks into this building must be armed, and
the same goes for the chow hall!
Now, what enables us, as soldiers, to be burdened with this trust? Training. Granted
some of it is better than others, but it is still training. Nine weeks of Basic Training,
a few hundred rounds of training ammo, job training, pre-deployment training, and
bam, weapon on you like your shadow in the sandbox.
With this sort of trust, the risk/gain ratio is increased infinitely. We are trusted not
to kill our fellow soldiers, our superiors, ourselves, and anyone else not posing a
threat for that matter. We are trusted to keep our secrets to ourselves, and our
sensitive items accounted for. One might consider that a big risk for your average
18 through 20-somethings! But the gain is much greater too. Given that trust, we
are diligent about things such as Operational Security, and we ensure that everyone
around us is, too. Additionally, we are proud to be trusted in such a way, and go to
great lengths to ensure we remain so. The obvious one is that by trusting its soldiers,
the military is able to be more flexible and versatile, delegating more sensitive tasks
to the lower echelons instead of keeping them in the way of the bigger things at the
top. This, I believe, makes us a more effective fighting force.
Last, a little story about trust. When we first got here, the Iraqi Army did NOT
trust its soldiers. The commanders knew what was going on, but they kept it
from the lower ranks. If there was to be a raid the next day, the soldiers would
go to bed at regular time, and then be woken up at three in the morning and told
to get ready. Not until they arrived at the location did they know where they were
going, and the high-ranking commanders had to personally oversee the movements
and actions, because they were afraid to tell the soldiers what was going on! Doesn’t
sound very combat effective, does it? Trust me, it’s not. There will always be times
when we will be woken in the middle of the night to do something for the Army.
That is part of being a soldier. But as a standard part of mission planning and
execution? No no no. That’s not fair, and it’s not practical.
And that is why trust is important. “