Ugh... · 7:11pm Sep 16th, 2016
There are times that the Army makes you hooah as all hell. You are pumped, motivated as fuck, and ready to kill a whole bunch of freedom-hating sons of bitches.
But mostly you're just pissed off about shit that you don't wanna do. So you bitch. A lot. Hell, we bitch even when we're happy- a bitching soldier is a happy soldier. Except when he's pissed. Which was today for us.
We got informed yesterday that we would be moving tents- no real reason, we were just informed by command that we'd be moving from the tent we'd been living in for the past three months- all our stuff, everything. The tent into which we would be moving into, however, had been getting used as a sex house- we found everything imaginable in there (If you can think it, it was probably in there). And command wanted us to sleep on those beds. We were ordered to clean said tent out in preparation to move tomorrow.
I get up before 0500 tomorrow and we leave for the field in two days. Needless to say, the word 'fuck' was tossed around more than candy on Halloween. Thank God that someone up there managed to save our asses, or else I'd probably still be working- and it's 2200 out here, I've been on my feet walking all day.
I don't hate the military- being a grunt is a weird relationship because you bitch in the moment but you laugh about it later. It's a bunch of boredom and BS that makes for great memories, even if the memory consists of you swearing worse than any person alive because your rifle jammed on another magazine of those fucking blanks (Seriously, to hell with blanks. I swear they always jam).
But, it can be a difficult and really, really stressful job because you always have to perform- professionally, physically, mentally, and morally no matter whether you're on duty or not. It's a lot to handle. I'm proud to serve, but MAN this crap can get old.
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