And it sure as hell isn't me. Not by a long shot. Beatrice Patton, the wife of General George Patton, is, in my opinion, the epitome of what an Army wife should be: generous, devoted, encouraging, and not afraid to pull strings. Both Patton and Beatrice were from very wealthy families and had tons of connections. After WWI, Beatrice used some of her acquaintances to get her husband a posting in Washington DC and to endure that they would be included in high society/military functions.
At this point the general was a full bird colonel and escorting his wife to a military ball at some hoity-toity venue. She's in this full length gorgeous gown, walking on the arm of her husband in his dress uniform with all the ribbons and medals he's earned during the war. The ideal picture of a soldier with his beautiful bride dressed to the nines. They are walking up the stairs to enter the ball when she hears some jackass say, "Well, they'll promote anyone these days!"
Beatrice has no idea what happened. She was fucking pissed and blocked out everything and everyone but the fucker who had been so demeaning to her husband. She came back to her senses to find that three men were escorting her inside.
Apparently, as soon as she heard what the bastard had to say, she had let go of her husband's arm, vaulted herself up the steps and launched herself at the idiot. Taken by surprise, he collapsed under her whereupon she straddled him to sit on his shoulders and proceeded to pound his head into the marble floor. It took three men to pry her off of him.
Now, that's a fucking Army wife!!!
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