The Profile

A few weeks ago I was at my apartment in DeRidder when I got a phone call from the squad leader. He asked me to bring him a copy of my expired profile. I argued that it was expired and that an expired profile doesn't mean anything, but he still wanted me to bring it in. So after complaining and driving twenty minutes to take it to him, I handed it to him, he handed it to the platoon sergeant and the platoon sergeant looked it over. He said, "This is expired." I told him that I knew this and he asked if I was able to work the road. I said yes. He handed the profile back to the squad leader and said, "That's all I needed to know." My squad leader continued by saying he wanted to talk to me outside. We smoked while he explained to me that the reason he had me come in was for corrective action for arguing with him over the phone. He said that the platoon sergeant had told him while he was on the phone with me that all he needed was to know whether or not I was able to work the road once again.

I always thought corrective action was a negative counseling or taking soldier's time or extra PT. Not taking their time and gas and then pretending as if you still don't know what's going on.