I was just leaving to go to my 1 PM Exalted Role-playing game. Out in the hall of the barracks, I could not help but notice a stream of urine in the floor.

This, shall we say, made me curious. While a barracks has some similarities to a college dorm, we generally enforce a higher standard of cleanliness about the place. Cleanliness is next to good order and discipline, you see.

So I ask a contact of mine, and I discover that the Flightline new guy that just checked on Friday was dragged through the halls and urinated upon.

Everyone's got a reputation in the unit. Mine is as a smart guy, friendly, never yells, disapproves of "bonding rituals". Well, there's bonding rituals, and then there's hazing. On Thursday, one day before this incident, we had all-hands mandatory training, on Marine Corps Order 1700.28. For those that don't make a habit of memorizing Marine Corps standing orders, that's the one that forbids... hazing. Not that it's necessary, because there are a half-dozen articles of the UCMJ that cover the subject, but the Commandant of the Marine Corps wrote a nice short four-page order refreshing everyone's memory.

And thirty-six hours after we listened to that order, they drag a guy through the hall and piss on him.

I am so angry I'm writing this blog post to calm down. When I hit post, I'm going to go to that guy's room, throw out his roommates, and demand some names. If I can't get names from him, I'll tell him I'll charge him with Article 81, Conspiracy- and I'll do it, too.

After I talk to the victim, I'm going to get the senior Flightline NCO in the barracks to have his people clean up the hallways, and I'll call the Flightline SNCOIC. And if he won't give me satisfaction, I'll get the Sergeant Major. I am damned well fed up with this nonsense. I want some people burned.

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