More commonly heard among the civilian populace as "Happy Thanksgiving!" but I definitely prefer my version of greeting for this upcoming holiday. I am grateful for my children, my health, my parents and siblings, and my friends, but the overwhelming feeling on this specific holiday is piss off. Stateside we spend a week baking and cooking for one meal, when the boys overseas are lucky to even get a hot meal. Thanksgiving does nothing but remind me of what the boys are missing: family, friends, holiday goodies, gifts, not getting shot at. . . It's only the beginning of a holiday season that I would rather fucking ignore, but that I have children and can't.
Here we are entering yet another fucking holiday season with the hubby 10,000 miles away in a shit hole country dealing with a stupid fucking CoC and the ever present opportunity to come home in a body bag. Fuck the holidays and FUCK THE ARMY!
I am so over this deployment shit. And I get to attempt to yet again put on a happy face for the sake of my kids when I would much rather crawl in the bottom of a bottle for the next two months. Why can't I just be semi-comatose and wave at the holidays as they roll on by. Or can we just skip the fuckers altogether? Wave a magic wand and arrive in January? That would be fan-fucking-tastic!
So Happy Fucking Thanksgiving to you all! There are many things to be thankful for, but the Army likes to fuck people up the ass and repeatedly leave families without their soldiers for these "family" holidays. Not much there to be thankful for--unless you want to discount the whole distance thing and just run with the fact that at least he's still alive and one day closer to getting his ass back where it belongs: with his family! Morbid, I know. But Thanksgiving without my husband really is just another fucking day in this fucking deployment.
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