Write about a time you said no.
Three times in my military career, I said no. The first time was on a hot day at the end of
our two-week summer camp. We were
outside of Boise, Idaho at Gowan Field. The
trouble started the day we left for Idaho.
My co driver informed me she didn’t have a Montana driver’s license. She
had never driven in her life. I notified
my chain of command numerous times, and I was ignored. What a long trip to Idaho!!!
I needed a break from driving, so I thought I would
give her a chance. She almost drove the
ambulance off the highway going into Dillon. Later, she almost rear ended the ambulance in
front of us as we pulled off the interstate.
One of the other ambulance drivers’ and I came up with a plan. Three of
us would rotate driving the two vehicles. The plan worked, and she never touched the
steering wheel again.
When the rest of the company arrived from the
airport, I let the chain of command hear all over again the issue, along with
the story of two potential wrecks. They
said it would get fixed. Right, and I
made enough money on that AT to put me through school for a whole year. Get real!
After nothing was said about a new co driver, I
went to my platoon sergeant and told him I would no longer be an ambulance
driver. I was taking the plane home. He said I had to drive because there were no
other drivers. I told him, no. I was sure there were quite a few people on
the plane home who had a Montana driver’s license. He wasn’t happy with me. I didn’t care.
In the end, I did drive the ambulance home. But I still won. My platoon sergeant had to give up his seat on
the plane to the girl who didn’t know how to drive. He and I had a nice long drive together, and
I didn’t fear for my life when he took his turn to drive.
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