To the soldiers whining about not being paid,
We volunteered. Always remember that. We took an oath before the eyes of God, Allah, Tao, the Universal Consciousness, or just the human condition, whatever you may believe in. Do you remember it? It went a little something like this,
“I, (NAME), do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.”
Now, the little part about obeying the orders kinda just jumps out at me, personally. To me, that part means as a soldier, I obey all lawful orders given me by those officers and NCOs placed over me. As far as I know, there is nothing saying the President can’t delay our pay until such time as we can be payed properly. Yes, I recognize it isn’t the President delaying our pay, its the budget impasse in Congress, but if the power is given to Congress by the President, the order is basically from the Presidential Office.
I don’t know about the rest of the branches, but the Army has a little something called the Army Values: Loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage. While all of these values could apply here, there’s a few that, again, just jump right out at me. Selfless service, uh, hello, boys, SELFLESS. This means giving of yourself without concern to fame, position, money, or any other benefit. Now, I’m not expecting any of us to completely forgo benefits for our service. We have a tough job, tougher than most any other career in the current job market. However, we are called to give of ourselves for the betterment of the society. To me, if this means tightening my belt and driving on, so be it. Yes, I worry about how to feed and house my, admittedly small, family, but I know we will survive one way or another. We will scrounge every cent, beg and borrow from family, even stoop to getting a relief loan, if necessary, but we will survive. This is what it means to be a military family. Its hard, its tough, and sometimes we hate it, but in the end, we survive. We are the one percent for a reason, and sometimes that means we have to step up and BE that one percent. Be the heroes that we are purported to be, be the men and women that the rest of the poulace can look to and and say, “They defend us. They defend our homes, our families, our livelihoods. They lay their lives on the line. They are kicked, beaten, shot, stabbed, bombed, and sometimes killed.” They see us, and I hope they see proud warriors, not whining, mewling children, scrabbling to snatch the bread out of the very hands we are supposed to be defending.
So, what’s it going to be? Are you a man or a baby? Warrior or thug?