It's been something that's been worked on for the longest time between Commodores and Base Ops. There's several Ops meetings and it has improved relations, the fact is with a tightening budget any gains we saw are pretty much gone.
The prayer meeting never bore fruit?
I can't speak for what Pags had in mind, but what I have in mind is something along the lines of:
"My name is Captain Joe Bagadonuts, and I command this goddam base. I've drunk more beer and pissed more blood, and banged more quiff and busted more ass than all of you numb-nuts put together. Any of you assholes who thinks he or she has a real, no-shit flying leadership job on this base had better show up at the club on Friday afternoon to talk about some shit. Now, you can not show up if you want, but come Friday sundown, there's going to be two things true that ain't true now. One...I'm going to know just what in the good Christ is going on around here…and two…I'm going to have someone's ass in my briefcase."
Or words to that effect. Hey…a guy can dream, can't he?
