Out here grindin'

"Not much significant to report since my last post. The breastmilk formations continue daily and my platoon struggles with ways to frame people from other platoons or the Cav troops in the squadron we are attached to. The punishment for this "offense" is now an Article 15, so if people weren't going to confess before, they definitely aren't going to now. I imagine this will continue until we pop smoke on this place. We sat on standby again because of a lack of trucks to take south. Our hit time was 2130 and we sat until 0500 when they called it. The LT in the push behind us from one of the other companies told the movement control NCOIC to pound sand and to that I say, bravo sir. I wish we had an NCO or officer in our crew that would tell these shitheads that we're here to move trucks and if they don't have trucks to call it early. Sitting for 8 hours to not do a mission is a total waste of manpower.

ShittyDriver arrived back a few days ago with a 100% profile against doing anything. I wrote on our door in sharpie: "ShittyDriver, you do not live here. You live in the tent next door." He came in and woke us all up anyways bitching about where his stuff was and then left, slamming/breaking our plywood door. This woke Jim up and he stormed out of the door and let ShittyDriver have it. ShittyDriver started crying and saying we don't know how hard he's had it. Jim reminded him we've been over here covering down on his job while he's spent the last three months with his family everyday. ShittyDriver promised to go to the CO about this grave injustice and Jim told him to eat a dick. We went up north and came back today to find out his wife sent a Red Cross message and he is already back at home. This dude can go back and forth to home on the Army's dime at his own leisure but I get yelled at if I try to take a shower too close to mission time. Whatever."
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