In the U.S. military, we ride for the brand, as we do out west, where I am from. If a civilian leader tells me to fight rustlers, that’s what I do. If he tells me to round up wild horses, I do that. And if he tells me my job is to help a new settler plow his cornfield, I’ll get off my horse, cinch my holster around my saddle horn, and get behind the plow. But again, in this case guidance was not forthcoming. My requests for clarity up the chain of command went largely unanswered.
