Byline: Tom Peters
In 1966, I went off to Vietnam as a 24-year-old Navy ensign in an 800-person Seabee (construction) battalion. Though I was subject to the Uniform Code of Military Justice, it never occurred to me to be boss-conscious.
Fact is, I thought the world of Dick Anderson, our commanding officer (a k a God); as I look back, he's one of my premier mentors. But I never paid much attention to him. I had a lot to learn (an understatement), and he was a busy guy. So I instinctively turned to the experts enlisted men (surveyors, carpenters, electricians, bulldozer operators) and, in particular, chief petty officers who always seemed to have time to explain things if you were genuinely interested in what they were up to. …
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