Leadership Runs Deep
Bob Lutz, the larger-than-life automobile executive and business leader, shared an interesting story to close the chapter titled "Of Management Styles" in his new book Car Guys vs. Bean Counters
While Lutz was in graduate school of business at UC Berkeley, he was a Douglas A-4 pilot in Marine Attack Squadron 133, a reserve unit flying out of Naval Air Station Alameda.
His narrative starts here:
Rumor had it that our new commanding officer was a modest man. He was already older and had received his commission in World War II, on the battlefield.
He had no higher education. And to top it off, his "civilian" occupation was "Hoseman Number 2" at the San Francisco Fire Department. He had almost no jet time!
The lieutenants and captains in the squadron, all ambitious graduate students at Cal and Stanford, were shocked: the Marine Corps was giving us an uneducated, elderly fireman as a leader.
At the change-of-command ceremony we discovered that our new CO, Art Bauer, was also of modest stature. Truly, an uninspiring sight.
After the formal ceremony, Lt. Col. Art Bauer called the twenty-odd junior officers together and gave the following talk, as I remember it:
Gentlemen, I don't know why the Corps chose me to lead this unit, but chose me they did, and we are all going to make the most of it.
I know my education is far below yours, and my civilian profession, although I'm proud of what I do, is humble.
All of you have recent active-duty experience, and all of you are more skilled pilots and know more about today's Marine Corps than I'll ever know.
So, I'm not going to run this squadron. You each have your squadron roles, be it Intelligence Officer, Operations Officer, Safety Officer, Maintenance Officer or Administration.
I want and expect you to each do your jobs; talk to each other, be a team, and help each other. I'm going to stay out of your way, because you're all more capable than this old officer.
I don't expect you to respect me for my flying ability, because it's not at your level. But I do want and demand your support and respect, not for me, but for the uniform I wear and the rank that's on it.
You, gentlemen, not I, are going to run this squadron, and I don't want you to let me down.
The doubts and secret snickering soon stopped.
Within eighteen months, VMA-133, under command of Art Bauer, was rated number one reserve squadron in the Marine Corps Reserve, with the highest operational readiness, the highest scores in Inspector General inspections, and the highest scores in ordinance delivery.
Those responsible for senior officer selection in the Marine Corps must have been as surprised as we were that this modest, self-effacing man, of limited skills but the right leadership touch, had attained such a level of success.
Maybe they knew that a leader like Art Bauer was exactly what this squadron of self-assured and cocky aspiring doctors, lawyers, and business leaders needed.
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This message carries value to some of our fire service leaders: Micromanagement is not an effective technique
Mike "FossilMedic" Ward