"Private Richa Sharma, you are a poor excuse for a soldier, you don't belong in the Canadian Armed Forces, you belong in one of those ethnic restaurants, go ahead, make my frigging Curry," says Drill Sergeant Jeremy Tremblay, laughing merrily as he looked at the tall, slightly chubby, round-faced young Indian-Canadian woman who stood before him, clad in army fatigues.
Disgusted, the senior officer spat on the ground, dangerously close to the Private's boots. Richa Sharma blinked, quietly astonished by the senior officer's callousness. His hostility toward her was definitely palpable. When Sergeant Tremblay looked into Richa Sharma's doe-like brown eyes, she seemed positively cowed. The young woman's lip trembled, but she kept her big mouth shut. Another one I am going to have fun breaking, Sergeant Tremblay thought sadistically.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, cracker? You got no right to disrespect her like that," came a voice, and every head among the assembled soldiers, including the Drill Sergeant's and the female Private's, turned in the direction of the man who uttered those words. Andre Guerrier stepped forward, and the tall, burly and dark-skinned young Haitian-Canadian looked at the sergeant, and squared his shoulders. Facing racist old white dudes didn't faze him one bit, he'd been doing it for most of his life on the streets of Montreal.
"What the fuck did you say to me, Private?" Sergeant Tremblay said, and he actually flinched as the towering young black man walked up to him, massive fists balled at his side, brown eyes filled with righteous fury. Before the two of them could get into it, however, several Privates, along with lieutenant Gary Colley, stepped between the two irate men. Incensed at having his authority threatened, Sergeant Tremblay was literally foaming at the mouth, and he struggled against the other Privates, trying to get at Andre Guerrier.
"Easy there, Sergeant, the Private will be disciplined, but not like this," Lieutenant Gary Colley said, and the taciturn, middle-aged Nova Scotian officer laid a calming hand on Sergeant Tremblay's shoulder. The two of them went way back, having served in the Canadian Armed Forces everywhere from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Brandon, Manitoba, and finally, right here at the CFB Trenton Base.
"Dude had no right to speak to her like that," Andre Guerrier said, and Lieutenant Gary Colley closed his eyes, hard. He'd taken a liking to the tall young black man who recently joined them, having enlisted in the recruitment center in the City of Montreal, Quebec. This brother doesn't know when to quit, Lieutenant Gary Colley thought, wishing he didn't have to deal with such hardheads so early in the morning.
Private Andre Guerrier had spirit, that much was evident. Still, there was a time to be brave and speak up, and a time to shut the fuck up and keep your head down. As a black man who'd served in the Canadian Armed Forces for the past twenty five years, Gary Colley knew this all too well. If only he could get Private Andre Guerrier to understand that simple fact...
"Private Guerrier, be quiet, you're in enough trouble as it is," Lieutenant Gary Colley said, and he watched as two buff military police officer stepped forward, presumably to deal with Guerrier. The young brother looked at them and didn't flinch, nor did his demeanor change in any way. Like a lion about to battle a pack of hyenas in the Serengeti, Lieutenant Gary Colley thought, and he felt his grudging admiration for the brave but foolish young man grow...
"Officers, at ease, I'll deal with this young man personally," Lieutenant Gary Colley said to the arriving members of the military police, Officer Matt Jameson, a burly young man with red hair and icy green eyes, and Officer Kelly Winston, a tall, slender young woman with light brown hair and blue eyes. The military police officers eyed Andre Guerrier coolly, and Sergeant Tremblay stood there, a smug smile on his face.
"Aye, sir," Officer Jameson replied, and he looked at Lieutenant Gary Colley as if he wished the senior officer would reconsider. Lieutenant Colley dismissed the MPs and they drove away in their green jeep. That was a close one, the old officer thought, sighing in relief. Things could have gotten much worse if he'd allowed the MPs to do their job...
The Canadian Armed Forces was a self-regulated environment, with the various army bases functioning like small cities, with their own built-in government as well as an enforcing body tasked with maintaining law and order. The military police were that enforcing body, and they'd dealt with much worse threats than irate, brawny young men from the streets of Montreal. Andre Guerrier got off light...
"What is to be my fate, sir?" Andre Guerrier asked, an hour later, as he stood in Lieutenant Gary Colley's office, in the Administration Building of CFB Trenton. Colonel Jackson O'Neill was in charge of the army base, and fortunately for all involved, he was on leave, attending his daughter Bridget's wedding in Oakville, Ontario. Lieutenant Colley hoped to resolve the matter and sweep it under the rug long before the old man returned. Otherwise Andre Guerrier could kiss his military career and his freedom goodbye...
