I wonder how most folks on this blog would deal with getting a phone call one evening informing you that you have to move to a new city, find new day care for you toddlers and enroll your older kids in new schools, sell your home, buy a new one, separate from all the social and professional relationships you've built up locally -- and you aren't getting a pay raise for your trouble. Toss in the intangible of feeling like you just had the chance to be part of something you believed would be exciting and successful and that you were going to be an important part of ... ripped out of your hands.
I once lived in a situation like that. It was happening all around me all the time.
Of course, I knew the deal when I enlisted.
BTW, there was no multi-million dollar contract, no Brinks truck, and you never knew when or if someone would be shooting at you.
I thank you for your service to our country, but bringing that up and the Brinks truck means you missed the point.
Regardless of the differences in compensation or the nature of one's job or what one signed up for, when forced suddenly on short notice to uproot your life and family and move hundreds of miles away, was that fun? Did you like that happening?
No. I got your point. You wondered how folks on this blog would deal with a situation like that and not "getting a pay raise for your trouble."
The answer is that no it was not fun, and people didn't like it happening, but we did what we were expected to do. No videos. No snarky social media posts or complaints about your former unit.
And I was happy that, during the time I served, no one ever shot at me.
That said, I understand IT's unhappiness, but I don't feel too bad for him. He is living the life he worked hard for and aspired to, with all the good and bad that comes with it.