“Shut your stupid face.”
“Stop using acronyms.”
“I don’t care that you’re single and if you say it again, I’ll punch your stupid face.”
“Seriously. Just answer the damn question. I thought you guys were supposed to be smart.”
“Just because we’re in the Army doesn’t mean we’re stupid, jackass.”
“No, really, I don’t need to be babysat.”
“Perhaps if you don’t know what that acronym stands for, you shouldn’t use it. Just a thought.”
“I don’t come to your work and take dicks out of your mouth, so don’t tell me how to do my job either.”
The military is a strange and wonderful thing and after a long day spent with another branch of the military, I’ve decided I super love the Army and am more glad than ever that I’m a Soldier and not one of those other things in one of those other branches.
It also just dawned on me that in just a few weeks I’m going to hit my six years in the military mark. That means my first contract will be up and I can start chipping away on my second one. I had no idea when I joined, at 19, that the Army would come to mean so much to me. It might not be for everyone, but it sure as hell suits me.