By Sergeant Michael Krause  By nature, soldiering is a
profession that can easily lead to "burnout". We are never off
duty, and when you stop believing that, the phone will ring, and
you'll be sitting at Green Ramp with a camo and a bewildered
expression on your face. In our army, and in life, everything
can change in seconds. One minute, it's motor stable Monday, and
everything is running smoothly. The next minute a soldier is
waiting to get picked up at the MP station; another is at Sick
Call getting a Profile marked "breathe at own pace and
distance"; another is pulling up in a 1986 Toyota Tercel that he
got a "great deal" on downtown financed at 22% interest; the
last soldier, in the distance, is arguing about the length of
his sideburns with a man who looks vaguely like your Sergeant
Major. String a few of these days together into something called
a week, and you have burnout.  Burnout happens to the best of us
and only intensifies with promotion. When I was a Specialist or
PFC and hit the fabled point o