Saturday, May 30, 2009
Mission Counter 5
5/4. Hope, but doubt, that I'll be able to do something about these dude's bridge.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I Need a Hug/Mission Counter 4
We are sub 100 days here. There was a brief glimmering of hope earlier this week, when we managed to do 7 missions in 4 days. But today was just shit heaped upon idiocy heaped upon the fucking douchebag attitudes of so many fucking assholes in this military. I have no pride in my service here.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Political Statements
A conversation via proxy:
Ops NCO: "Why did you do so bad on your PT test?"
Me: "The Army has put minimal effort into letting me do my job, so I'm going to give it minimal effort right back."
Ops NCO: "We gotta get you in some meetings or something."
...lol.
Ops NCO: "Why did you do so bad on your PT test?"
Me: "The Army has put minimal effort into letting me do my job, so I'm going to give it minimal effort right back."
Ops NCO: "We gotta get you in some meetings or something."
...lol.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Fuck You
You are a command sergeant major, the highest rank that an enlisted soldier can attain. Much like my sergeant major, you have managed, through your nearly 30 years of alleged "service," to dodge every deployment up to this point. Despite your blatant incompetence, you have been selected for your position over those who can do the job because you have spent slightly more time in this shitbag organization.
This does not, however, mean that you are morally permitted to put my life and the lives of my buddies on the line so that you can have fucking curbside service at the fucking airport when you come off leave. You do not have anything important to do here; I've never seen you do anything but promulgate retarded directives for FOB uniform/conduct/policies. And when we do come to pick your useless ass up, you do not get to bitch at me for doing my job just because you are dazed and confused.
FUCK. YOU.
This does not, however, mean that you are morally permitted to put my life and the lives of my buddies on the line so that you can have fucking curbside service at the fucking airport when you come off leave. You do not have anything important to do here; I've never seen you do anything but promulgate retarded directives for FOB uniform/conduct/policies. And when we do come to pick your useless ass up, you do not get to bitch at me for doing my job just because you are dazed and confused.
FUCK. YOU.
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