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Wamberal beach this morning (courtesy Julie) |
In the early 1970s, I was posted as a Second Lieutenant to an army training centre at Puckapunyal in Victoria where I was a platoon commander, responsible for seven NCO's and fifty trainees. I still cringe now when I reflect on some of the ways I handled those responsibilities. Although I don't remember getting into trouble, I do recall using my privileges as an officer reprehensibly on occasion.
Wednesday afternoons were scheduled for base sport, but instead of doing the right thing and staying on base to participate in sports competitions with my unit, I would claim I was going for a run and then head off to Melbourne, a fast hour's drive away, to visit my girlfriend (and also go for a run).
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Still good surf at Terrigal this morning (courtesy Julie) |
There were also regular morning parades, part of which required me to inspect the turnout of the NCO's and trainees in my platoon -- making sure their brass was polished, their boots shone and their weapons were clean. Because of my penchant for staying in Melbourne when I had the chance, there was often an early morning high-speed dash back to the base to participate in the parade. Frequently, that left little time to clean my own gear properly. A lot of those NCO's and trainees must have wondered at my temerity in pointing out things they could have done better with their uniforms and gear.
After a while, I did start to feel uncomfortable about my transgressions, sensed it was undermining my moral authority, and settled on what I think is one of the cardinal rules of leadership -- lead by example. It wasn't a "light bulb moment", but in that year or two I realised I felt a lot better about myself, and was a lot more effective in my job, if I didn't ask people to do things I wasn't willing to do myself. I wouldn't for a moment claim that I haven't slipped up since then, but the rule remains sound.
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Terrigal lagoon this morning (courtesy Julie) |
The pandemic has laid bare the double standards of some authority figures, and I find their reluctance to admit to their hypocrisy inexplicable and disappointing. The latest is the Boris Johnson advisor, Dominic Cummings, who seemingly broke the lockdown restrictions of his own government. In New South Wales, we had the forced resignation of a state government minister in April, Don Harwin, who broke lockdown restrictions by travelling to his holiday home. It's not hard to find examples of double-standards in the US either. Donald Trump's refusal to wear a face mask in places where it is mandated by coronavirus restrictions is perhaps just a minor example. All should admit fault, either actual or perceived, and accept responsibility for their actions.
If there is one area in which I could still be accused of double-standards, it is in advising others about what they should do for running training or to recover from injuries. I would claim to generally offer sensible advice on these matters, erring on the side of caution. However, when advising myself on running and injuries I tend to be a lot more cavalier and reckless. Hope that is not the case over the next couple of months. Exercising starts tomorrow.