The atmosphere here at Fort Campbell is thick enough to cut with a knife. Everywhere you go and everyone you meet has a distinct edge about them and it's brought on by fear and loathing of all things that fall under the category of redeployment. You know that Bible verse in 1 Corinthians about love? How it's patient and kind? Well, redeployment equals HATE and so I am "fixing" this to suit the mood I'm in and God can smite me down for convoluting His Word.
Redeployment makes us all fucking impatient. It is hurtful and intolerant. It exaggerates the truth. It is snide and overbearing. It outrages everyone and definitely makes us keep track of the fuck-ups. Redeployment is infuriating and loves to fuck with people's heads and hearts. It is neglectful, causes doubt and despair, and tries to make us surrender to its whims. Redeployment never fucking ends.
So now I can burn in hell for screwing with the Bible, but redeployment is, right now, the opposite of love. Love and redeployment aren't even in the same dimension! We get told to be patient, to be flexible and to start getting excited. But then no one can tell us what the fuck is going on and FUBAR is the word of the day; our questions are ignored or passed off. We've been told so many different dates to expect them home only to have that day come and go. Is it any wonder that wives are parents alike are at the end of their ropes?
Redeployment can go fuck itself. And so can the CoC and rear-d and everyone else who has a finger in planning or organizing this cluster fuck. I'm done. Just fucking bring them home and kiss my ass.
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