I got detailed (
very briefly*) in Berlin once back in the day to drive for a member of the bde staff who had some big 'godfather' somewhere. That guy could've "grown up" to be this POS. (One thing never painted on the sides of mil sedans during that time was For Official Use Only.) Came to a head when he got back in the car late one night after I was coolin' my heels in some side street off the Ku'damm in front of a (great) Balkan restaurant while he took care of his Norwegian mistress. His counter-offer implied perhaps I'd rather be staring across the wire at some VoPo with binos & a radio. Pointing out that it would be a helluva lot closer to my MOS than what I was doing probably cemented the deal.
My point is that I don't believe such knuckleheads as this suddenly get that way. The scope may get larger but at some point their network is gonna overlook some stuff and, absent any rudder corrections, you get this. Neither first nor last. Docking his number of stars? BS.
Still, my oath is the only one I can protect. Hang 'em & move on. Perhaps Mrs. Ward will get used to "my husband, the corrupt & disgraced General." Just doesn't flow the same....
* My Opns NCO said, "23 days, that might be a record."
