Something I keep noticing in the Army. Those who throw their rank out the most often are those who are the least worthy of wearing that rank. Fuck 'em! "Well, I'm a whatever rank" doesn't mean shit to me. If you need to tell me what rank you are to try to earn my respect, you have just failed miserably. Go fuck yourself, because you are no longer worthy of my time and you sure as fuck don't deserve my respect just because of your rank. You want my respect? Show some integrity and take care of your boys. That will earn my respect. Your stripes, rockers, bars, leaves and eagles don't automatically entitle you to shit.
And asking me what rank my husband is, after I have already introduced myself as Kate? I obviously don't give a fuck so why the hell should you? I don't wear my husband's stripes. He worked for them, not me. I am an Army wife, obviously, since I'm on poste at battalion or brigade. Does my husband's rank really fucking matter? What are you trying to say: unless my husband holds a certain rank, you can't be bothered to waste your time on me? Or do you want to know, thinking that if my husband is low enough ranking that I will be in awe of you and let you in my pants?? Number one: no and hell no. Number two: I'm not that stupid. Number three: I actually respect and love my husband. And number four: Go fuck yourself.
Assholes who are this concerned about rank are the assholes who will fuck a good soldier over without thinking twice about it. Or these bastards will try to take advantage of a situation to advance themselves or prove what a hot shot they are or get into someone's pants (bad memories of being on the trail and COs fucking supply sergeants with the promise of more rank). Rank is not the defining quality of a soldier. And it sure as hell doesn't mean that you must be hot shit. I can form my own opinion. I am not a simpleton. I want to know you, not your fucking rank.
And hopefully, all my wives know that I couldn't care less what rank their husband is. If you need help or have a question, I'm here. The way some people act, you would think that I should ask and if the husband is lower than mine, I should tell the wife to kiss my ass. The day that I start worrying more about rank than people, please drag me out into the street and shoot me.
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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1 comment:
Totally agree!!! I've been noticing how friendships change faster than change of commands and promotions. One neighbor stopped talking to me because another gal's hubby down the street was promoted before my hubby. I was like "really? WOW... don't feel bad marking you off my list!" I'm just me and if you don't like ME- that's fine. (was another reason why I didn't like telling the guys at the BN what my husband's job was across post. Totally didn't want to me associated with HIS rank)
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