I'm not feeling particularly political at the moment, so I thought I regale you with a story from my lurid past. This dates back to November of 1972 when I was a young Airman First Class (E-3) stationed at Kunsan AB, South Korea.
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The November of 1972 at Kunsan AB
was cold. Really cold. In the first week of that cold month, the
water heater in our barracks went out. It was duly reported to the
Barracks manager and the First Sergeant. Most of us trekked the
half-mile to the base gym to take a shower because the prospect of
showering in ice cold water had as much appeal as snuggling up to an
ice block.
After a week of this, we checked again and found
that it had been reported to the proper authorities in the Civil
Engineer (CE) Squadron whose job was to maintain base buildings and
infrastructure. There was, however, no record of anyone coming out to
investigate the building's hot water malfunction.
Another week
passed and we were getting tired of cold showers or hiking to the gym.
Several of us were sitting around having a few beers and talking about
the shower situation. We weren't intoxicated, it wasn't one of those
sessions. It was common for us on a week night to sit around and relax
with a beer or two and BS for a few hours.
Anyway, as we sat
and talked, it seemed like the madder we got about our lack of hot
water. We reasoned that if similar happened to the Base/Wing/ Civil
Engineers Commander, the situation would be addressed immediately. Why
should we be treated any different?
Somebody suggested we start
calling people in our chain of command and the more we discussed the
more reasonable such an action seemed. So we adjourned to the day room
(common room) at about 8 PM where a phone was located. I don't
remember who did the dialing and talking, but several of us were
gathered in that room. First, we called the CE call in desk and asked
for status of our hot water. We figured we give them a fair chance
before we started calling in the big guns. They said it was scheduled
to be looked at next week. It was now two weeks with no hot water and
it would be at least another week before anyone would be out to look at
it. We were not amused.
We decided to address the situation up
the chain of command. We called our First Sergeant's room phone and
there was no answer. We expected this. He was an alcoholic and was
either dead drunk, passed out or at the NCO Club well on his way
towards one of those two states of existence. So we called our
Squadron Commander. No answer. Hmmmmm...next in line would be the
Wing Inspector General - the Vice-Wing Commander. We called the wing
commander's home phone and again, no answer. We even tried the CE
commander's quarters with the same results. What we didn't know, is
that the officers were at the Officer's Club for some important (to
them) function. Had we known this, we probably would have called over
there.
Since we couldn't find anyone to complain to on base,
someone got the brilliant idea to call Osan AB to a guy whose first
name began with General. Brigadier General Travis R. McNeil was the
Commander of the 314th Air Division and Our Wing Commander's
Commander.
We had a base phone book for Osan, but the only
number we could find for General McNeil was the command post. We
dialed. "No guts - no glory!", as we used to say. I might mention
that this was now about 9:30 PM and several beers later so I'm sure we
were fortified with a bit of Liquid Courage.
Some Jeep ("Jeep" in
USAF parlance means someone who is really new and inexperienced) 2nd
Lieutenant answered as I recall and dutifully recorded our complaint
and promised to let General McNeil know about our plight. We thanked
him and hung up. Yeah right, maybe he'd get the message sometime next
year - if at all. We were somewhat disheartened because aside from
some Airman manning the CE call desk and some wet-behind-the-ears,
butter bar second lieutenant, we'd essentially reached a dead end for
the night. We opened another beer and sat around cussing out the 3rd
Tactical Fighter Wing, The 314th Air Division, Pacific Air Forces and
the USAF as a whole for their whole lack of caring whether a few airmen
in an old decrepit barracks had a hot shower.
About 15 or 20
minutes after we'd hung up the phone, it rang and to our surprise, it
was 2nd Lt. Jeep! He had a message for us from General McNeil. He
told us that we would have hot water in our barracks by 0500 the next
morning or he would have a report on his desk the next day explaining
why. General McNeil happened to be in the command post when we
called! After we picked ourselves up off the floor, the phone rang
again. It was the CE Squadron Commander. Lt. Colonel CE was very
apologetic and said his on-call guys would be there as soon as they
could get their tools into a truck.
Fifteen minutes later, the
maintenance guys arrived and troubleshot our water heater. They
determined it needed new elements and they would order them as soon as
they got back to their shop. They said it would likely take at least a
week or more to get them from the states.
Those elements were
installed in three days. I don't know where they got them. We heard
Gen. McNeil expedited them. Whatever the case, we had hot water.
We,
of course, braced ourselves for the inevitable "hot water" of local
retribution that would most like follow our quest for hot water that
night.
Oddly, it never came. We never heard a word.
VW