Back in 2008...when I was TAD to Special Operations Training Group...we got assigned a quota for a week of base colors detail. As I was the only one not hopped out of my mind on meds, I was given the assignment. Strangely, the assignment is a week long, running from Thursday to Thursday...my Staff Sergeant gave me one bit of advice, "don't embarrass us"
I showed up Thursday morning for my first day and reported to the OOD...they had all the different sized flags folded and up on a shelf. Upon picking up the flag, I noticed it was folded loosely and looked sloppy. So I resolved that at night, when they came down, we were going to fold them nice, proper, and tight. Evening comes, flag comes down, and we fold it into a perfect triangle. Proud of myself, I retired for the evening.
Friday morning, we grab the nicely folded flag, and march out to the pole. The division SgtMaj was walking in, and decided to stop outside the front of the building that morning and render honors as the colors were run up. As NCOIC of the detail, I instructed one of the other Marines to clip it to the rope, and when the colors start another Marine tugs on the rope. If you've never been part of a color detail, the procedure is for the Marine who clipped it to untuck the end and ensure it unfurls as it is run up. Well, the Marine with the flag was short, the Marine on the rope tall, and the flag so tightly folded, that they didn't get it unfurled in time, and there I am, rendering a salute, maintaining my bearing but cringing on the inside as our Nation's colors go running up the flagpole in a perfect triangle.
As if that wasn't enough, the Division SgtMaj comes sprinting at us yelling "it's in distress! It's in distress! Get it down, Marines!!!"
When I walked in to work, SSgt asked me how it went. I had simply told him I'd embarrassed us...