kuatolives said:
At that point I lost it and damned near beat the piss out of him.
One night when I was in the Army I had CQ (Charge of Quarters) duty in the barracks, and this PFC
crawled into my office at 02:00 hrs., bleeding profusely from the head and dragging a broken arm along. I said, "What the hell happened to you?", but I was thinking,
that's just f**king great, now I have to deal with this. (at least I'm being honest
).
So the guy tells me he was thrown down the stairwell (concrete and metal), and could I please call him an ambulance. And no, I didn't say, "You're an ambulance.", but that would have been funny. After calling for medical assistance, I decided to follow my
unwritten orders and call the commanding officer at home to let him know. When I told him who the guy was, he told me not to report it to the MPs, because he already knew the who and why of the crime, and he wanted to keep it quiet.
Apparently, the victim owed quite a bit of money to a few of his fellow soldiers that he had no intention of paying back, and he was due to transfer out the next day. The guys had complained to the CO but there was nothing he could do about it—he couldn't garnish the guys paycheck to recover a personal loan, and he couldn't charge the guy with anything, etc. I wasn't really happy with this, but I decided to leave it alone. I did tell the Captain:
"If you want me to leave it alone, I will sir, but you owe me a favor."
*sigh* "What do you want?"
"The next time you think someone might get tossed down the damn stairwell, please make sure I'm not on duty that night."
"You got it, Sarge."