Killed in a training accident? Obviously you need more professional development.


A “pause for safety”, huh?

So, let me ask the question:

How does a “professional development day” help with a command that refuses to allow crew chiefs to down an aircraft? It’s a lovely idea, to shuffle everyone into a room, slowly kill them by PowerPoint, check the box that they’ve had their “professional development”. This way we can send them back out to work under the same policies and budgets that will hamstring them tomorrow just as they did yesterday. The only difference?

This time it will be their fault.

Remember, this is what the marine corps is.

Failure is just fine, as long as the paperwork looks good.

When two helicopters slam together in the dark, they can blame lack of “professional development”.

Never mind the fact that the Old Man wants the “bare minimum” for the airframe to get off the ground, so he doesn’t have to answer questions about why he has aircraft down for maintenance.

Never mind that the unit spent half a million dollars on paint and brasso last year, but at least that hangar looks great with the coffins in it. I’m sure it will be of great comfort to the pilot’s widow to know that at least the unit spent its budget, so they’ll probably get the same allocation next year.

The aircraft are held together with duct tape, baling wire and bubble gum. The barracks are crumbling, moldy, rat-infested sewers. These men work in deplorable conditions (unless of course they are officers, but that’s not the point here) at insane hours, but that can’t possibly be the problem.

It must be that they need “professional development”

Anything to avoid an officer being accountable for his men.

If that craziness starts happening you might actually find yourself running a military organization instead of a daycare center.

  • Chris

    I was a safety manager – not a bad gig when I got there, but not because the job is actually a good one, just that the unit was so jacked up it was like I’d won the lottery.

    The whole job had been on autopilot for years when some big-wig safety guys did an inspection and the boneheads in the construction shop cut down a tree that had an endangered woodpecker in it. I shit-you-not, this is a true story. Suddenly, everyone cared about safety. I was a Cpl when they sent me to replace the disgraced, outgoing Sgt. The LtCol mandated that every company had to assign a SNCO who answered to me. Really.

    Suddenly, safety was the most important thing in the world. Fuck it that when I was in Falluja a marine had gotten his skull bashed
    with a flying 2×4 because people were fucking around, and screw the
    marine who almost went blind because his shop refused to buy a better
    welding mask. But when a woodpecker’s home becomes lumber? That’s
    serious business.

    My 3 FitReps before I got out were extremely stellar, and I was told that I’d like be a SSgt the following year if I stayed in.

    • Chris

      And this is why I should get an acct for this site. Can’t fix stupid typos!

  • Raptor Jesus

    powerpoints save lives LMAO… -SAID NO ONE EVER