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Originally Posted by jester
Rae;
In alot of units they do have clicks. People who actively hate each other. And on occassion fists fly. Or even subtle things which are also common like slapping a hand away if someone who is hatted asked for a hand over a wall or up a cliff or whatever. I have seen folks fall and land atop the SOB they hated and ride them down a hillside like a sleigh. Its been done on purpose too, then the reply is simply, "Slipped, ooops."
The whole lovely dovey band of brothers crap is a myth.
Now, in a unit it is weird as well. You can phuc with someone you utterly dispise. You may want to mess with them and even inflict light injury on them whenever the chance arises. But he is part of your unit. And thus like the younger sibling who is a total pain and source of constant irrigation whom you mess with, woe to any outsider who does anything to him. Its a strange world for sure.
After all, think about it. People of all kinds or personalities are working together under extremely stressful conditions. People are going to become irritated with one another. And basic issues will arise. Also, have you ever been stuck with the same people forever? To the point you can't stand any of them anymore? One little habit which was no problem before is now a source of great irritation? That also happens.
Just things of human nature to think about.
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There are also people in units who are universally despised by the troops, but do well enough and/or kiss the right asses to not get kicked out. She's people might be given shit jobs or constantly put on point in T2K. These are the guys you send to check reports of a minefield. These are the guys you tell to look over a wall to see if the enemy is still there.
You also have troops like I was in the Army -- you thought I was damned good, to the point of recommending me to superiors and early promotion, or you hated me and wished I would die or at least screw up enough to get kicked out. This was primarily because rank did not awe me, I refused to kiss ass, because I would tell you the truth sometimes to the detriment of myself, and if you asked my opinion, you got it, unvarnished (though perhaps politely). I took pains to make sure I did things right, even if the right thing wasn't popular, and that my troops did too. I could be your best friend or soldier or your worst enemy. Not sure where that would get me in T2K. It got me both respect and hatred.