Thank you, John. I am always surprised at how doing the right thing is somehow always so much harder than doing wrong. Yet, to people like you and I, there is only ever one option- and that goes without saying. There are many who are willing to roughly step atop others' heads and backs to achieve their own ends. I am challenged to keep a positive view on humanity at times, and this is one of those times. There are some managers and officers who know the level of toxicity my work unit has reached due to one person's behavior, but nobody wants to stick their neck out without something to gain first. It's a shame I've got to walk the high road and walk away. It just so happens I'm very marketable and at the top of my niche field, so I'll find something better. I refuse to relocate, but remote work has become viable recently for many of us professional-consultant types.
Integrity is a measure of character. You've got it!
My dad would tell a (long) story about one of his experiences in boot camp at Camp Pendleton in San Diego in the Marine Corp. Forgive my terminology as I didn't serve; dad was standing with his company or battalion or squad in front of a major who instructed the troops that "under no circumstances are you to have physical contact with the opposing team" as a precursor order as they were doing simulated combat drills; red team vs. the blue team. After the major's instructions, the two teams broke up into their individual teams. The lieutenants of his team told their captain, Captain Baxter, that guys from the other team were sneaking up on their sentries and messing with them in the field. Captain Baxter said, "If anyone comes up and messes with you, you cold C*ck them!"
So here's my dad, maybe just turned 18 guarding the trail leading into their camp in the middle of the night. Two marines approach: "Halt, what's the password?" No response, they continue to advance. "Halt, what's the password?"; no response and they continue to advance. They got up to my dad and one guy steps toward him. Dad took his M1 and nailed the guy in the crotch with his rifle butt. The guy doubled over and grabbed dad's rifle butt at which point dad laid the guy out by hitting him in the head with the forearm stock and barrel of his M1. He spun on the other guy and advanced with his M1 barrel in the guy's chest; put him to the ground too. It turned out the first guy was a drunk sergeant on his team who was being lead back into camp by another scared 18-year old sentry from up the trail who didn't remember the password.
He was pulled in front of the major who ask if he'd heard the "under no circumstances make physical contact" order and if he understood the order. Dad replied, "Yes sir, I heard and understood the order." The major's reply was something like "Private Hansen, you disregarded a direct order; I am considering kicking you out of the service with a dishonorable discharge".
At this point, Captain Baxter stood up and said, "Private Hansen is fine. We had reports of members from the other team messing with our sentries; I gave them orders to cold c*ck anyone who messes with them." Dad was dismissed with no disciplinary action and told the story of what had happened to the other troops in his squad. They'd have done ANYTHING for Captain Baxter; man of integrity, another OUTSTANDING Marine.
Who was my dad to Captain Baxter? Just another fresh-faced 18-year old recruit; did he put his own career at risk by admitting that he'd given an order contrary to his commanding officer? The man had integrity and told the truth regardless of his own personal risk of consequences.
Guess I can start calling you "Captain Newman"! It's not about us, it's about how we treat others.
Bruce