Higher Rewards For Lower Performance

23April

While I was still in Iraq, I had an interesting conversation with one of
the leaders in my chain of command. I asked why some females were
allowed to get away with murder and why others, like myself, were held
to the same standard at the males.

The response was nothing short of shocking. I was told that they were
easier on me as a female. This completely turned my world upside down,
because I’d been wire brushed in front of the entire brigade leadership
and pushed to make the mission happen. I truly believed I was being held
to the same standard.

This caused me to do a significant amount of soul searching. Was I truly
performing on par with my peers or was it simply because I was a girl
that my performance stood out among mediocre females. I asked trusted
confidants if they thought this was the case: was I being let off the
hook b/c I was a female.

My mentors said no. They said I busted my ass and it was visible to
everyone. There was a reason the brigade commander came to me when there
were coms issues at NTC. There were reasons why people on the staff
sought me out when they needed something done. No, I was not simply a
girl who got things done: I got things done and that, at the end of it
all was what mattered.

Despite these reassurances, the remark still stings to this day. I’m
conscious of the fact that my gender does make me stand out among a room
full of males and I am always worried that when I perform, even a little
above the low expectations that I’m given a huge pat on the back when
I’m simply doing my job.

Here’s the ultimate problem with mandating that women be allowed to
serve in the combat arms: affirmative action plans such as gender
norming physical requirements would lead to disproportionate reward for
doing the same tasks with lower results. So a female would only have to
ruck 8 miles instead of 10.

Affirmative action plans that were meant to correct historical wrongs
have created a significant problem for people like me: the lowered
expectations means that I stand out against my female peers but I am
still not performing at a level of my male peers. My friends and mentors
tell me this is not the case, but that single comment has left a mark on
me but also the way I see things.

Another problem I have is the perception that certain ranks require
certain levels of award. The argument I heard in Iraq when I had kittens
about some people receiving Bronze Stars (and I still maintain that I
did nothing to warrant the award I received) is the scope of influence.
A warrant officer on the brigade staff is going to have significantly
more influence over the ability of the brigade to accomplish its mission
than a sergeant out pounding the streets. Granted, one is significantly
more dangerous but the other has significantly more impact.

But what about the perception that awards are supposed to be for doing
above and beyond your job? So if that sergeant who travels the roads in
Iraq is responsible for returning 15 COPs to fully operational
communications while that officer advances the next slide, is that truly
fair? The perception of rank equaling greater influence is only accurate
if the person at that rank truly exceeds the expectations for that rank.
Just because someone filled a slot does not mean they earned an
equivalent award.

I find myself being highly disgruntled by the fact that my male
counterparts continually shy away from correcting female soldiers or
worse, expecting the bare minimum from then versus challenging them to
the same standards, we run the risk of creating a cadre of mid level
female NCOs, Warrant officers and officers who lack the skills to enable
our army to succeed at what we do: win wars.

My challenge to my peers: hold me to the same standard that you hold male lieutenants to. Hold these young
female lieutenants and warrant officer ones and specialists to the same
standard. Don’t shy away because you’re afraid of EO complaints.
And
damn it, stop rewarding us for showing up when you expect men to

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An Odd Mix of Emotions

26November

You wouldn’t think that being in Iraq, there would be much to be thankful for. On the other hand, you might think I have a lot to be thankful for.

I’m on the side of the latter. I have a ton to be thankful for today and while I’m not going to bore you with the details, I will say that like Memorial Day, I had a lot of strong emotions that I couldn’t figure out where they were coming from. We were in the chow hall, and our dfac puts on quite a display. There were table cloths and decorations and bottles of sparkling wine everywhere. It was really great. But in the midst of it all, in the middle of hearing everyone wish each other Happy Thanksgiving, there was a knot in the middle of my chest.

I don’t know why. I have so much to be grateful for, not the least of which is the fact that I was sitting at the table with my husband. I mean, you can’t ask for more than that. But the knot was there and I had a hell of a time stomping it down. It’s been on the edge of breaking through all day and I don’t know why.

My daughters are safe and happy and healthy, along with my mom. I’ve got the most amazing friends and mentors in the writing community and in my personal life. There is no indirect fire today. My soldiers are safe, a few days from getting out of here. Sitting over here on the FOB, seeing the colonel and the command sergeant major and everyone walking through the chow hall wishing everyone Happy Thanksgiving, I should have felt relief. I should have felt happiness to be sitting near my husband and knowing I’ll sleep tonight in a bed next to him.

So I’m not going to complain, only state that there is a knot that I don’t know the origin of and I can not name. I refuse to dwell on it. I refuse to be anything less than incredibly grateful for the blessings in my life and the lessons that I’ve learned this year, most of them difficult pills to swallow but in the end, they made me stronger.

I don’t know what the coming year will bring. I only know that today, I am grateful for so much.

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Guest Blogging Today

09July

My very first post is up over at Mom Writers’ Literary Magazine. Swing by and post a comment or just check it out! http://www.momwriterslitmagblog.com/mwlm_blog/2009/07/between-mommy-and-maam.html

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Offensive?

07July

Right before I deployed, the Austin RWA asked me to speak. As a member, I figured everyone who’d wanted to know something about army life had already asked but I said sure, why not.

I talked about being a woman in the army. About the war. About leaving my kids. I really didn’t think it was an offensive talk, just a little about how I see the world as a mom, as a soldier and as a writer.

Someone, apparently was offended. It was mentioned on our loop that a guest was so offended by my talk that she refused to return to the meetings. I try to think back as to what I could have said or done to offend anyone and I’m drawing a blank.

This is absolutely relevant to my life as a writer and it’s a lesson I’m struggling to learn from.

Right now, I’m sitting in Iraq, wondering what on earth I could have said that would upset someone so much that they would avoid the company of such a fantastic group of writers like the Austin RWA. And then I stopped.

Some people find the very idea of war and soldiering offensive. It could be that I was simply there, as a soldier and the idea of me offended her. I don’t know and the bottom line is that I’ll never know. I can sit here and obsess or I can let it go (my writing about it is my attempt to let it go).

The lesson in here is that someone is not going to like what I’ve written. Someone will (hopefully not but I’m nothing if not a realist) by the way I’ve written my books, my subject matter and my attitude toward certain aspects of war. If I’m going to succeed as a writer, I can’t pay attention to everyone who is offended by what I’ve written. I’m completely open to critiscism and maybe if I knew what I’d said to irritate this person, I could reflect on it.

But the bottom line is that someone will find my portrayal of war and America’s soldier offensive. I wish it were otherwise but I can’t fix that. This is my passion. The soldiers I live with and work with and have deployed with inspire the books I write. I can’t change that and I don’t know that I would.

So I won’t apologize for my portrayals of American soldiers. We can respectfully agree to disagree but I won’t apologize. And that, in and of itself, will probably be found to be offensive.

This is me and these are my books. And it’s hopefully just the beginning of the story.

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Black Out

12April

As many of you saw, we lost some of our boys this past Good Friday. To say it makes for a somber Easter is an understatement. Anyway, I’m not going to comment on everything that the military does when we lose someone over here but I figured I can explain a little bit.

The first thing we do is take down all outside communications everywhere on the base that we control. That means no internet, no email, no phone calls back to the states or Germany or Korea or anywhere else. Why? Because early in the war, soldiers would call their buddies wives or families and tell them about their loss BEFORE the military could do the notification properly. And that’s wrong.

It’s wrong because we do things for a reason. Imagine getting a phone call from your spouse’s friend and being told that your loved one is gone. You’re alone in your home. Or maybe you’re at the grocery store. Either way it goes, you get a phone call and its over but you still have grief to work through, decisions to make and long days ahead.

Now if we do it the right way, we send a chaplain and a casualty notification officer. While the sight of two uniformed soldiers walking up to your doorstep is a giveaway to what’s coming, they are trained to deal with grief, to accept however you react and help you through the initial process. The casualty assistance officer stays with the family for as long as they request him or her to stay, helping through the military system, the funeral arrangements and the grief process as well.

We don’t abandon our family members after we loose a loved one. Mistakes are made, we are after all a human system, with all of those human frailties. But we do everything in our power to make sure we honor our soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice. And part of that includes keeping people from being told the wrong way. 

Blackout is a pain for those of us who don’t know the soldiers who died, but it’s the right thing to do. People do funny things when they’re grieving and it’s better not to take the risk. I won’t violate blackout to post a blog entry or anything like that.

I fired off a quick email to my kids right before we blackout so my mom doesn’t freak out from not hearing from us but then I wait, just like everyone else, for the notification to be made. It’s not convenient but then again, the right thing to do often isn’t.

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What I'm Reading Now

11November

So I’m having an apocalyptic bent. I’m reading The Stand by Stephen King. The unabridged version on my new toy, my iPod touch. I’d started The Stand several years ago (it may even have been a decade ago) but for some reason I never finished it. I’m glad it didn’t then, because I’m enjoying the ride oh so much. The best part about The Stand is that I don’t know how it ends, other than most everyone gets sick from the Army-engineered flu.

And as I get ready to head into theater, I’m finding latent interest in religion resurrecting. I’m feeling my own version of apocalyptic story starting to germinate in my brain, so we’ll see what my year in Iraq brings.

The other book my husband recommends is SwanSong. Anyone want to learn something neat? I’m willing to bet that Stephanie Meyer pays tribute to SwanSong and The Stand in her Twilight series. I could be wrong, but her main characters’ last names are Swan and Cullen. Coincidence? Or just cool.

One thing the Army teaches us is to honor those that came before us, so if she is paying tribute to those authors, bravo!

So today, on Veteran’s Day, let’s pause to honor those that gave the ultimate sacrifice and those who haven’t but who give up something of their lives so the rest of the nation can go about their daily business without worrying over who is going to protect them from the boogeyman.

That’s all for now.

Jess

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