In 1776 God created the United States.
Now the United States was not established, the darkness of war was over the land, and the Spirit of Revolution was in the air.
And God said, "Let there be victory," and there was victory. God saw that the victory was good, and He freed the United States from British rule. God called the victory "freedom." And there was peace and prosperity in the land.
And God said, "Let there be a written word to guarantee the freedom of the people." So God made the written word and guaranteed the freedom of the people. And it was so. God called the written word "the Constitution." And there were life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all men.
And God said, "Let the United States be given an Army to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic." And it was so. And God saw that it was good.
Then God said, "Let the Army be given a unit made up of shit-kicking, bad ass, hardcore mother fuckers who will destroy the enemy with prodigious skill." And it was so. God called the unit "the Rakkasans." And God saw that it was very good.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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2 comments:
I motherfluffing LOVE your creativity!!!!!
says the lady who penned the army wives' creed. . .
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