So I managed to get myself into trouble with my husband. It's not the complaints about the lack of sex, the fact that I am talking about sex, or even about what I said about TRADOC. All that shit is true. Apparently, though, he takes issue with me mentioning specific incidents about his work place and my opinion of what that reveals about the POS that work there, because he, unfortunately, still has to work there. So now I have to behave (at least until he gets a new job) and find other things to bitch about. Thankfully, this is the motherfucking Army, so there is ALWAYS something to complain about!!!
And so, my faithful readers, today's edition of the Bitching Board is RAKKASANS vs. TRADOC!! Can you guess who the winner is in this contest?? Gee, let me think. . . Why do I say that the Rakkasans are the shit and that TRADOC is just shit? Allow me to elucidate.
1. The Rakkasans are a family. At the Rakk, you can expect a fuck-ton of people at your house at least once a week (probably more) getting drunk, hanging out, having fun and tearing up! TRADOC, if you manage to get to know more than 4 or 5 people, you're doing good and forget about the hanging out. These motherfuckers are all about themselves and definitely don't give a fuck about you.
2. Line units, like the Rakk, have FRGs that actually do shit, like BBQs and balls and holiday parties and meetings that people actually attend. You have to. If you don't go to this shit, you are shit out of luck on the info department, because the FRG is your best source for knowing what the fuck is going on. TRADOC, they don't deploy or really do anything, so what the fuck do they need an FRG for? And that is the attitude people have about the FRG. I've heard it more times than I care to count and it's bullshit!! And, by the way, that FRG meeting they scheduled will probably get cancelled anyway, because there is nothing going on.
3. Rakkasans party hard, fight hard, drink hard, fuck hard and if you find a better group of men or better friends in your lifetime, then you didn't really bother to get to know them. Those boys would burn down a motherfucker's house to defend the honor of a buddy whose wife was fucking around on him or beat the shit out of everyone in a bar because some dumb bastard talked bad about 3-187. How many bars are the Rakk banned from now for fighting and clearing the places out?? I fucking love the Rakkasans. Loyalty is everything to them. TRADOC?? Not so much. How can you have unit pride or loyalty when your job is dealing with a computer all day long??
4. I had a friend once joke that I must bleed toriis because I loved the Rakkasans so much. The torii is everywhere. You can probably identify anyone who has been in this unit at any point in its illustrious history by the torii that is somewhere on their body, whether it be tattooed on their skin, printed on their clothes or on a piece of jewerly or hat. It's there somewhere if you fucking look for it. Once a Rakkasan, always a Rakkasan. Here in TRADOC, I honestly can't tell you if the unit has a symbol or what their crest looks like. I have no fucking clue and we've been here six months.
I know this isn't a very long list of things that irk me about TRADOC and I've made it very general so I don't get in trouble again!! I don't need him withholding sex as punishment for really letting loose on here.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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