Boots on the Ground

This wretched fucking bullshit deployment is nearly at an end. One more flight. One more mother fucking flight and all the boys will finally be home so we can put this bitch to bed! All the Rakkasans with boots on the ground. Fuck, yeah! Only thing left to do is reverse SRP and a sham schedule until block leave. And these men deserve it after the hell they've dealt with for the past year.

The cluster fuck that has been deployment and redeployment will be over once those wheels hit the ground with the last of the guys. So we ladies can kiss sexual deprivation, deployment drunkenness, chain smoking, anxiety, single parenthood and insomnia GOOD-fucking-BYE and get on with life again. Time for my harem to stand up and say, "Fuck you, deployment! We kicked your ass, you bitch! Go to hell!!"

So, my beautiful harem and faithful friends/readers/stalkers, it has been my great honour to have had you all partaking of the insanity has been my blog over the past year. And it has also been my great privilege to be able to help those of you who have called and emailed me needing advice or a question answered or a problem solved. I hope that I have been helpful to you all, whether directly by telling off rear-d or answering a question or by making you laugh with some stupid story on here.

Enjoy your husbands and sons! Deployment isn't quite over for me and some of the other ladies, but I hope within the next twenty-four hours to have re-joined the ranks of Rakkasan wives who are getting sex. We'll just have to wait and see whether method #1078 to fuck up a deployment rears its ugly head: forget to bring one of them home. . .