Apparently little girls like me are not supposed to swear. I am too cute to have such vile things come flying out of my mouth. You should see the look on people's faces sometimes the first time I say "FUCK" in front of them--with some people it's sheer horror and with others, pure relief to realize that I am a human being with human feelings and not just the "platoon sergeant's wife." Fuck that. I'm me. Just Kate. I am not an angel and I don't try to wear his rank.
I am an infantry wife, a Rakkasan wife, and a damned good one, too. Hence, I cuss. A LOT! When you deal with some of the fucked up shit I've had to put up with in my career as an Army wife and FRG volunteer, swearing is the only way to get your point across nine tenths of the time. I will tattoo my ass with 502 rules if you can find me a true infantryman who will respond as well to "please" as he will to "fucking now." This blog reflects my typical usage of the English language, so brace yourself. I am not an uneducated idiot who cannot think beyond the scope of four-letter words. I have simply come to embrace the joy that is cursing and recognize the efficacy of these delightful turns of phrase in accomplishing what needs to be done.
So here it is: my disclaimer.
This blog makes frequent use of cussing cluster bombs (a bomb that deploys multiple munitions when it bursts) and F-bombs to include Precision F Strike and Atomic F Bombs. As an Infantry wife, you will see instances of Obligatory Swearing, which sometimes takes the form of Cluster F Bomb. I will not change my manner of speaking to accommodate those who think my language is too obscene for human consumption, nor will I substitute with Foreign Cuss Words, or Pardon My French, or the ridiculously childish Gosh Dang It To Heck. This blog is my outlet for the stupid fucks and shitty situations I run across on a daily basis, and as such, I will use the language I feel is appropriate to make my point. Be warned however that I have known to scare grown men and induce strokes in the elderly.
So FUCK YOU very much and go suck on a grenade if I offend you. Don't like what I have to say or how I say it, don't read my blog. And it is MY blog. Start your own with your goody-two shoes ideals and leave me the fuck alone.
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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