Soldier - Peter Varholak

Dear Toastmasters, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Sun Tzu  oonce said.  Treat your soldiers like your children and they will follow you to the deepest walleys. Thousand years after this I had an important task to do. Me and my soldiers 120 people was given a task to fulfill, to support another unit  for training to the mission to Afganistan. It originally had to be a peace mission so the training was like this. Our UNIT, as the support unit had to provide another unit with food, water,  fuel, maintenance, and other important stuff like duties, soldiers and so on. Everything was right, everything was perfect until my subordinate was given a position of my superior. He was lower rank. I was quite confident about his command  because I know him and he really treat everyone fairly and good with open attitude.  

After then all began. My subordinate now superior I can call him Jim, now started to want something from me, he wanted to know where i have the soldiers and where are their stations. It was ok because it was my duties. So I delivered it to him.  An another thing he wanted he wanted it on another paper, ok. I calmly delivered another paper. Then he wanted it on another chart. It started to be weird for me and i began to be nervous. Then he wanted to show where we are and what we are doing. OK hopefuly it mean no hurt to us. And then he wanted more and more. My nervousness grow. This not normal . As a soldier some of your decisions need to be approved by superiors and he wanted to approve more and more tasks. So ok. I started to be angry. OK . I can accept it, Ok I am soldier.Then I had an important meeting with commanding general and he wanted to paint the camp that we had been building, he wanted to camuflage it so I said to him: On the piece mission walls  are painted to white not camuflage and my commanding general told: I dont care about some liutenant opinion. Do it. So I did it.

When I have returned to camp, my friend Jim started to really chasing me and questioning every my decision.

My anger become fury. I will kill him. You know when your palms sweat and when you turn them to fists, when your blood pressure is two times higher than normal. You see red and you want to hurt someone. Then I was with some soldiers of mine and I was talking with them. They were smoking. So I turned to one of them:  Give me a cigarette. He lighted it and I smoke – hmm. I will kill him, i have access to armory and I have access to ammo. No, bloody work. Too much mess, too noisy. Maybe i suffocate him, it will be greater no one will notice. The soldiers hate him, i can burrow him him in the woods. No I need to clear my mind. Then late night I disappeared. In the morning,  early in the morning I returned to the barracks and my soldiers asked me, where I have been? Walking. Whole night? I looked at them :Wake up other soldiers, we have an important tasks to do. Thank you.