I am a bitch. I freely admit it. I'm also a pain in the ass and a worry wart. But lately, I've been moving into full bitch mode and I can't seem to get myself out of that gear. People are just so fucking stupid sometimes!! The boys are coming home. Yippee skippee! When is anyone's guess and the Army sure as fuck isn't going to violate OPSEC just to make me happy. Bastards. But then we have the boys calling home and rumours are running and Facebook is blowing up with stupid fucking comments about when they are leaving and I want to choke the life out of these stupid motherfuckers who don't think the Taliban can count!!! Are you trying to get my boys shot down on the airstrip??
And then there's the whole thing about getting the barracks prepped for the single soldiers. You know, putting basic toiletries, towels, sheets and shit in their rooms so they don't have to make a mad dash to Walmart immediately upon arrival home just so they can sleep in comfort and get clean after 12-24 hours of travelling. Maybe it's bitch mode talking again, but I just don't feel like the FRG is quite on the ball about this as they were last time. Or maybe it's that we just finally got an email telling us the date that we can get in the barracks to get them prepped. Or maybe it's that I learned that yesterday they were decorating up at the battalion and no one I know knew a damned thing about it. I wouldn't have liked to have been able to help with that or anything. . .
Maybe it's just me , but I feel like homecoming for these boys should be such an incredible experience that as they look back on it years from now, they could almost jerk off because it was so fucking good. These men are HEROES and deserve nothing less. The CoC can go jump off a bridge if they don't like it for all I care, but my boys had better be taken care of to the nth degree. That means rooms done, lots of alcohol (because if you're old enough to fight, you're fucking old enough to drink in my book) and all the pussy they want. Maybe that's crude, but oh well.
The bitch is on the loose and that's what this bitch really thinks.
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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