You know when you're in the throes of passion, making love with your husband and then he's just done and you're left there thinking, "What the fuck? That was a waste of time." Yeah. Well, that's how I've been feeling about everything concerning this deployment lately. They get me all excited and worked up and then leave me hanging without getting my big climax. Who knew that the Army could leave you feeling sexually frustrated, but that's the only way I can think to describe it. Fuckers.
The big meeting was a waste of time and energy. No news beyond the usual hurry up and wait and the boys are in a shithole. Rear-d doing their usual we would love to help but we have no follow through. And the CoC doing the you aren't important enough to give a fuck about thing. Yeah. Completely useless and utterly disappointing. At some point you are going to have to give me my orgasm or I am getting a divorce.
Someday, someone will get their head out of their fourth point of contact and decide to bring back the glory days of the Rakkasans, when family really did matter and the main object of the unit wasn't to fuck over everyone else to make yourself look good. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned or my memory is faulty and things weren't as good as I seem to remember them. I am getting old.
And I know there are soldiers and leaders who do harken back to those good old days and still aspire to live up to name of Rakkasan. Just not anyone high enough to really bring back that esprit de corps (and in fact, those that are high up are just killing it!) I love this unit. It's home. I guess I'm just tired--tired of deployment, tired of having to physically do shit for wives myself because no one else will, tired of seeing good soldiers getting fucked over. . . Just tired.
I'm going to shut up now. All I'm going to say is that the day we have a COC ceremony, I am so there and you will hear me screaming from the back row.
"Oh God, Yes, Yes, Yes!"
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