Military Grade Gay Chemical Weapons Arsenal
One day in the Army I discovered a fate worse than death was planned for mankind
I was standing at ease behind the NBC Sergeant of my battery in a special request meeting with my Battalion Commander in 1982 at Fort Baumholder.
My Sergeant was arguing that I had rapidly demonstrated such avid enthusiasm for NBC Training that I was mismatched to my MOS 13E as Fire Direction Control. He was trying to convince the battalion commander that I should be switched to NBC Support immediately and then scheduled for NBC School. The NBC Sergeant had felt after only a few weeks of my work as a volunteer I had demonstrated enormous aptitude for the MOS 54B as decontamination and protection specialist for NBC combat response.
As he put it, “Private Blakemore isn’t reading comic books on how to store atropine injectors. He’s reading most of our advanced level doctrine manuals overnight and apparently retaining most of them. This alone is a huge boon to implementing unit policy on NBC in both peacetime and wartime environments. I’d like to recruit him into my section because we’ve been short of good candidates for nearly a year now.”
Standing behind him, I knew it was hopeless. The NBC Sergeant was a good man but I knew then that they were not going to relinquish their grip on me in the unit. Despite complete absence of recognition or acknowledgement of me by my own section for over a year after I had done remarkable things, they were determined to keep me there because I was essentially the only stable, reliable soldier they had. The other soldiers in my section were flaking out nonstop and getting discharged for medical or behavioral reasons one after another or else getting sent back to the States. One for a hearing problem, another for circulation problems in his hands, one for general insubordination. I didn’t really miss any of them. They were appalling scumbags who got away with drug dealing, blackmarket selling and forging documents and they were likely going to get pensions and medical disability pay.
The Battalion Commander was frowning and skeptical and I knew one of the unholy triumvirate had already spoken to him in advance before the meeting was even called. I’ve written about these guys in another post on my stack. This appointment had simply been kept to make it look like the NBC Sergeant’s request was honored for an audience with the Commander. They weren’t going to release me anywhere for any reason.
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