I bitch. A lot! And a reoccurring theme of my bitching lately has been the CoC, which is an insurmountable disappointment in so many ways. I've also bitched about rear-d and the psycho wives and cheating assholes. The Army in general hasn't avoided the wrath of Kate either. However, this weekend reminded me of one very specific group that I have overlooked in my bitch sessions and not wanting them to feel left out, please allow me to take this opportunity to say that FRG is fucked up five ways from Sunday and that it's a fucking miracle that the people who do volunteer haven't all run screaming for the hills.
Why the sudden onslaught against the FRG, you ask. Well, it's been a long time coming and this weekend's festivites/complete and total nut-fuck was the final straw that broke the camel's back. How is it that you decide to make up barracks rooms for the boys, schedule times to go in, ask for volunteers, and NOT have enough stuff to make up all the rooms?? We still need 35 sets of sheets, and 55 towels and pillows! WTF??
Last deployment, we didn't have this issue. We planned months in advance and sent out flyers to everyone about what we wanted to do. And the donations came flowing in. By the time we were done, all the boys had sheets, pillow, towels, blankets, shower shoes, toilteries, tp, snacks and posters and cards in their rooms. We had so much stuff that the single guys who didn't even fucking live in the barracks could all take stuff home!! So all I want to know is, who the hell dropped the fucking ball? Because the FRG is the so-called "brains" behind this one.
I posted a very simple Facebook status and have been answering emails from parents all weekend. They want to help. Parents are the most a-fucking-mazing people and want to do things for the boys, which isn't always convenient because they don't live here to do them. However, if they know what is going on well enough in advance, parents can send a check or send sheets or ask their church to pitch in. But the key thing here is to let them know what the fuck is going on with the boys!! If they don't fucking know, they can't help.
That's my gripe for this evening. People bitch about the FRG and unfortunately, I can't deny that they are right. In four deployments, this is the most unorganized, careless FRG I have ever seen! In past deployments, if you wanted to see a good FRG, you came to the Rakassans. Fuck, division sent CNN to interview Angel Co because we had the best fucking FRG on the post!! We were the shit. Now the FRG is shit. And it all boils down to piss-poor planning and not giving a fuck about anyone.
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2 comments:
yeah i havent heard mich a about the boys in much i have no idea whats going on. what they have been doing or nothing. i sent an ramil about ordering shirts never heard a word back same thing a bout a year book.WTF!!! so yeah i am irritated. at the beginning of the deployment i felt the FRG was awesome with keeping me updated and then it stopped. i had questions that were eft unanswered. i feel like when i needed the FRG they werent there. it started off great and now i feel it is non exsistant.
Yeah... it's sad, I know a lot of people back home who are more than willing to donate to the barracks/homecoming/etc... but not knowing until Saturday that we were so short on supplies isn't going to help. I wish I could ask my friends to help, but it wouldn't be enough - that's impressive that in the past the guys have even had blankets... I felt like that was missing from what we were putting out for them.
Granted, I'm sure they'll just be thankful to be back and have a mattress instead of a cot...
Annnd I'm glad my husband doesn't have to live in that 1000* sweat box called "the barracks" :P whew!!
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