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Everyone has their limits. I was working for a really good sergeant. He was laid back, intelligent and handled this job very well.

On this morning, he had something important going on in the morning, so he was allowed to come in at 0900.

I was OIC until then. An officer that was a bit of a screw off was working in the block this day. I informed him that he was supposed to cover canteen at 0900. Instead, he left the block on a break. I was trying to shag him down when the sarge came in. The sarge had previous instances with this guy’s laziness and insubordination. When the screw off came meandering into the block, the sarge got on his case. The screw up gave him lip. The sarge blew up and called him a fucking asshole and a slug. They both wound up in the watch commanders office. Nobody could blame the sarge for blowing, but it was one of those things where the watch commander had to chew them both out.

If the sarge hadn’t blown up and been inappropriate himself, he could’ve written the guy up and not gotten in trouble himself. As it was, he basically did the jerk a favor. Nobody wanted to get the sarge in trouble, so they had to let the jerk off too.