R. Lee Ermy and my creed

With the husband gone, watching war movies is so far out of the scope of things I can handle, that you might as well send them all to the fucking moon. Can't do it. And I love me some war movies! Hamburger Hill, Saving Private Ryan, We Were Soldiers, Band of Brothers (which is technically not a movie and it's about 506th, but it's still fucking phenomenal!!) Can't watch them. Scares the ever-living shit out of me when I think of where my husband is.

But, I have a 15 year old son who loves history and loves war movies. All those movies I can't stand to watch, he's glued to the TV when they come on. (I do make him watch the majority of them on TV because they are edited for language and content--I'm not that bad of a parent.) He's been begging me for years to be allowed to see Full-Metal Jacket, after he discovered that R. Lee Ermy was in it as a drill sergeant. That movie, unfortunately, you MUST watch in its full R-rated glory to truly grasp the brilliance that is Ermy's performance. He may be the one person on the planet who cusses with more grace than most people dance. "Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?" Genius.

Since we own the DVD, I let him watch the first half of the movie, the part when the recruits are in basic training. The war part is totally off limits. I'm not completely out of my mind. The kid spent half of it with his jaw of the floor and the other half ON the floor, laughing. I'm guessing he liked it. I spent the time looking for fodder for my blog and with the plethora of emails and comments about how much my stupidity helps people know they aren't alone, I've found a choice bit from the movie that I am adopting as my creed. I mean, hell, I've already parodied the Bible and Monty Python. So fuck it. Here it is:

This is my blog. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My blog is my sounding board. It is the sanity in my life. I must master it as I must master my sanity. Without me, my blog is useless. Without my blog, I am useless. I must write my blog with truth. I must write with greater strength than this deployment, which is trying to destroy me. I must bitch first before deployment gets to me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my blog and myself are defenders of the rights of Army wives, we are the masters of this deployment, we are the saviors of sanity. So be it, until there is no deployment, but peace. Amen.