We've all met them: soldiers who think that the more rank they have, the more god-like they are. Dirty, back stabbing mother fuckers, the lot of them. What is it about gaining rank that makes some jackasses think that their shit doesn't stink? Or that they fuck other soldiers in the ass at their whim?
A good soldier, a good NCO and a good officer all have several qualities in common. They take care of the men that are under them. They use their rank and authority to protect the men they serve with and to better the unit they serve in. They are the first one to show up at work and the last to leave. They will take being screamed at if it means doing right by their men. They never ask another soldier to do what they are not willing to do themselves. Advancing their own career is an afterthought--in fact, being promoted and being put in a position away from the men makes them angry. They live, eat, breathe and sleep the Army values. These are the qualities of a great soldier.
And then there are the other kind. Pieces of shit. Bastards. They live only to serve themselves and will fuck over (or literally fuck) whoever they have to if it makes them look better. They use their rank as bait to attract people who normally wouldn't give them the time of day. They have their nose so far up higher ranking people's asses that all they see is brown. And if you are unfortunate enough to be lower ranking than them, they will use you as a footstool to advance themselves or a scapegoat to cover their own fuck-ups. These kinds of soldiers can only be called pieces of shit! Complete and utter disgraces to the uniform they wear. Worthless fucks who don't give a damn about morals or the Army values.
Fuck them all to hell and back again.
All I can say is : Karma's a BITCH!!!
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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