"Make it happen." That was a catchphrase in the Army for a while, used by "leaders" who couldn't be bothered with any of the details — they gave the orders, and it was up to us their subordinates to make it happen ... even if accomplishing "it" in the time given us would require violating Army regulations or the laws of nature, physics, or for that matter the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel.
The S2 officer came back down to our office one day in the late '80s muttering astonished curses about the battalion commander, who'd rejected a briefing on known and estimated Soviet intentions if they rolled into West Germany. The assessment — not just ours, but from higher headquarters — of what the Reds would do didn't fit his plans, so he ordered that we change it. "Right, let's call up 8th Guards Army and tell them they have to go through the Coburg Gap, not the Meiningen."
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
The S2 officer came back down to our office one day in the late '80s muttering astonished curses about the battalion commander, who'd rejected a briefing on known and estimated Soviet intentions if they rolled into West Germany. The assessment — not just ours, but from higher headquarters — of what the Reds would do didn't fit his plans, so he ordered that we change it. "Right, let's call up 8th Guards Army and tell them they have to go through the Coburg Gap, not the Meiningen."
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.