Bid-a-bid-a-bid-a----oh boy

"Buck Rogers here to tell you some exciting news. The ADVON (advanced party) from our replacing unit will be here in 2 weeks to kick us out of our "nice" tents and make us move about 2 miles into the rear of the camp into shitty tents with cots and no A/C. I guess that's ok because it's really fucking cold all of a sudden. Two weeks ago I couldn't shit in the port-a-john without passing out and now I have to wear my fleece under my body armor at night. Whatever. With the arrival of the replacing unit, we will train them in our (their) jobs and then pack our shit up and get the fuck out of here. We were told (promise was the word used) we would be home by Christmas and then today had a meeting with the CSM where he yelled at us for telling our families we'd be home by Christmas because they are calling the FRG and asking about Christmas parties and shit. FRG stands for the family readiness group, a group of wifes and moms and other busybodies who charge $8 for a sandwich at weekend drill as the only source of food after training, this is my personal opinion of our FRG and I apologize in advance if anyone is a member of a productive FRG."
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