My First Sergeant wandered among the troops doing something. I didn’t pay attention, until he walked to me with something flat and green in his hand.
“Let me see your watch,” he ordered. He looked pissed off.
I held out my wrist, puzzled. “What’s up, Top?”
He started peeling something off the flat green thing he was holding. “I have to put something on your watch face.”
I took a closer look at the object in his hand. It was a sheet full of adhesive green dots. He pulled one dot off, set it on his finger and reached toward me.
I drew my arm back. “What the hell is that for, Top?”
The First Sergeant gave me an exasperated look. “Give me your damn watch. I have to put this on it. It’s a green safety dot.”
A green safety dot? What’s that? “I don’t want that crap on my watch, Top. What’s it for, anyway?”
Anger flashed in the First Sergeant’s eyes. I knew it wasn’t anger at me. “It’s an order that just came down through battalion. We have to put these dots on everyone’s watches, so every time you look at your watch, you’ll think safety.”
Originally posted at breachbangclear.com, this combines the two-part essay into one. Given Doctrine Man’s disdain for reflective belts and other mess, I thought this was worth sharing. Some of the same crap is going on at NASA. On all the bathroom mirrors (well, at least the ladies’ rooms, I’m not brave enough to venture into the gents) there are stickers that say, “You are looking at the person most responsible for your safety.” Okay, whatever. Safety meetings became mandatory. You can walk on water, save the Space Station from catastrophic failure, find $1 billion in savings, but if you miss two safety meetings out of the year, you’re deemed incompetent at your job, me bucko, and aren’t you ashamed of yourself.
Let’s hope the trend turns around before we all lose our backbone.