One captain, toward the end of the column was running his own fix and backed off. He was also reprimanded, “...failing to follow squadron maneuver orders.”
That’s the Navy way!
My own Dad’s career suffered from similar mindset. On the Island of Malta in 1957, Dad and his crew brought in their P2-B, did the post-flight checklist and secured her to the tarmac.
The next crew took her up with the C.O. aboard; something went wrong and they ended up in the drink. All souls lost.
Who did they crucify? My Dad. His flying days were over.