How Shit Happens
In the beginning there was a Plan. And then came Assumptions. And the Assumptions were without form. And the plan was without substance. And darkness was on the face of the Troops. And they spoke among themselves, saying "It is a crock of shit, and it stinks". And the Troops went unto their Platoon Sergeants and said "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odor thereof".
And the Platoon Sergeants went unto their First Sergeants, saying "It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none can abide by it".
And the First Sergeants went unto their Sergeants Major saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength".
And the Sergeants Major spoke among themselves, saying one to another "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong".
And the Sergeants Major went unto the Battalion Commanders, saying unto them "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful".
And the Battalion Commanders went unto the Commanding General, saying unto him "This new Plan will actively promote growth and vigor of this unit, with powerful effects".
And the CG looked upon the Plan and saw it was good. And the Plan became Policy.
This is how shit happens.