"'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'to talk of many things.'" Of boots--and guns--and kicking ass--and cleaning kits and slings--and why the guns are smoking hot--and whether angels have wings." OK. That's not very good poetry, but you try parody-ing Lewis Carroll and see what you come up with. I think I've beaten PTSD until it's a dead horse and it's time to move the fuck on.
Every time I think that I have the Army figured out, I get another curve ball thrown at me which completely fucks up my entire world view. Example: You can only get fucked over so many times before something has to give. Wrong, wrong, wrong! FUCK this CoC. Their motto isn't 'Ne Desit Virtus'--it's "BOHICA because RHIP so Fuck You!" Bastards. How can you in good conscience screw over a soldier who always does the right thing, takes care of his boys, and lives by the Army values? If even half of the rumors flying around about this CoC are even half true, this unit has gone to shit and these fuckers have been using everyone under them to wipes their asses.
Anyway, I need some serious fucking prayer here. I am more angry than I have been in a long ass time and I swear that no one important better be at the homecoming ceremony. At the very least they will get an earful and with my mouth and lack of filter, that could be one fucking huge no-go! OK. It would be a completely and total no-go, no "could" about it. On the other hand, with the level of my anger and the assinine shit continuing to go on, I'm thinking 12-gauge or Yeti beater, but I'm am leaning toward the Yeti beater.
Less jail time for assault than attempted murder.
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