Not Another Fucking "Award"

I got another fucking invitation in the mail to go to yet another awards ceremony to honour the FRG volunteers. Whoopee-dee fucking doo. After all the shit this deployment and fucked up CoC has put everyone through, the powers that be now feel the need to point out the members of the FRG that got off their asses and actually did the fucking job they volunteered for! Wow. I'm thrilled. Can someone just fucking shoot me?

I have said it before and I'm sure that I'll say it again: I do not need or want a fucking award for doing the right thing. If I didn't want to help, I wouldn't have fucking thrown my name out to help. I don't even like people to tell me thank you, so you can imagine my sheer delight at getting this invitation.

And then there's the ever so minor matter of who would be making the presentation of the awards: a CoC that I neither like nor respect. After all their bullshit, I suddenly give a fuck whether they think I did a good job or not?? If the guys' wives/families are happy with whatever I might have done for them, that's all that matters to me. If I somehow made deployment remotely bearable or could help with an issue, that means more to me than any fucking piece of paper could. Especially coming from that HMFIC.

I had it all planned out. I would walk up, take the fucking thing, shake the bastard's hand and then rip that damnable piece of shit up in his face. Maybe, depending on how sycophantic the asshole was being that day, I might even shove the pieces up his ass. And the award is a good one: Department of the Army Certificate for Patriotic Civilian Service. It just might actually mean something if it were coming from a CoC that knew what the fuck they were doing, didn't expect everyone to kiss their asses, or actually gave two shits about the welfare of their men.

My husband, poor man, loved this plan of mine but decided that it would be best if I just not go. He still has to go to work up there and me causing a scene like that may have created some issues for him. I'm not really the "obey your husband" type, but luckily for me, the two little ones had Niagara Falls pouring out of their noses so I did what he wanted and stayed home. I picked up the award today from the FRSA, who I do happen to like and respect so it all worked out in the end.

Now I just need to figure out where I can find a real Rakkasan to sign this award and take the HMFIC's name of the fucking thing. Because I'll be damned if that fucker's name is getting framed and put up on my wall.