.FUCK IT ALL
"I am fucking sick of all of this. I have nothing witty or poetic to say. I'm just sit of sitting down with my head up and mouth wide open for everyone to take a fat greasy dump in.
For multiple nights in a row, after I've been asleep, we've lost power. By the fucking grace of GOD, one thing or another has woken me up before it was too late. Why's that matter? Lemme tellya.
If you are fucking late to a goddamn formation, then fuck you, fuck you hard, and fuck you like hot lava. Fuck you like fast-acting cancer. Fuck you like You Would Have Been Better Off Dying In Iraq Than Missing A Formation. You lose power and your alarm clock gets fucked up? TOO BAD, YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SPEND MORE OF YOUR OWN FUCKING MONEY ON BACKUP BATTERIES. YOUR PT FORMATION IS INFINITELY IMPORTANT!!!!!
Really, let's put some shit out, and let's just put all the cards on the table right now.
You, E-who-gives-a-shit soldier, single, living in the barracks. Yeah, you can buy a personal weapon, but that shit has to be locked up in the arms room. THAT MEANS THAT IN THE FUCKING GHETTO-GARBAGE FUCKING CITIES AROUND YOUR BASE, IF SHIT HITS THE FAN, YOU ARE FUCKED AND YOU HAD BETTER NOT FUCK UP, BETTER YOU GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU, OR GET KILLED, AND GET YOURSELF SOME BULLSHIT MEDAL.
If you're married and live off-post, than any weapon you buy for SELF PROTECTION is A-O-fucking-Kay. But if you live in the B's, then this weapon of yours has to be locked up in the Arms room, and twisting the arm of Zeus will MAYBE get it signed out for you to GO TO A RANGE TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Self-protection? Pfffff. Better off just dying, really, or getting the shit stomped out of you in Seattle. You live in the barracks? Sure, you're old enough to have a wife and kids of your own, but goddammit, you are a fucking zoo animal, shut your fucking mouth, make no noise, and accept shit for how it is.
I can't, I really fucking can't. I am 22 fucking years old, damn close to 23, and I feel like less of a man than I did when I was fucking sixteen years old. I have no sense of identity, I am bound by contract, I am doing all I can to motivate new soldiers and keep my bitter attitude to myself, the people who inspired me in Iraq are the same people I see degrading and ridiculing people here back in the rear. I don't have one positive thing to say about the whole ordeal, and if I was smart, I would just shut my mouth and not say a word, but right now, I refuse to. Fuck, I'm probably going to lose my GI Bill and Honorable Discharge for half the shit I'm saying. I don't care anymore. I dare you. I will fucking leave the country if I have to. I know less about myself than I did from the get-go. If I had never signed up, I would have the freedom to piss anything away with no major consequence.
I GAVE MY FUCKING LIFE TO THE ARMY. THEY WILL FOREVER CONTROL ME. I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN ONE OF THE GUYS TO DIE.
We can't use half of our exits in this building because they are blocked off with Asbestos warnings. A few weeks ago, it was THE OTHER EXITS. I HAVE LIVED IN THESE BARRACKS FOR TWO YEARS, NOT COUNTING IRAQ.
Hey, fuck me, right?
What the fuck do I amount to?
Well fuck you too. Really. fuck you all. I don't care about your plan anymore. I don't care about the headlines. I no longer believe that we don't have enough troops. I still say Fuck Off to IVAW, I don't want to even hear from them. I don't want to hear from re-enlistment, I don't want to hear anything. I don't want to be thanked, I don't want to be ANYTHING. I want to be OUT, I want to be FREE.
I fucking DARE you to call me back after I'm out. Yeah, my contract says you can call me back to that eight year obligation. Fuck you. Really, fuck you. I won't come back. I will never deploy for you again. It has been nothing but bullshit, I honestly feel like I've achieved NOTHING and that I'm YEARS BEHIND MY FRIENDS MY OWN AGE, and your GI Bill Hush Money won't do shit to change that.
Spout some patriotic bullshit, have at it, but you know what's funny? Countries? ITS AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT!
IT DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST! The united states? Just a common idea. Canada? Same thing. Its just land with imaginary lines that we commonly agreed upon (oh, and fought and died for). Really, it's all bullshit, and I couldn't care less.
If it wasn't for the threat of TOTAL DEVASTATION OF REPUTATION, I would have left ages ago. If I wasn't afraid of what the Army would do to me for not following, I'd be doing what made me happy. Instead, I'm holding out, hoping that they really do pay for my schooling.
Here's the funny thing though: I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT THIS SCHOOLING WILL HELP ME OR NOT. I didn't give four years, I didn't give eight years. I gave my whole life. Anyone who says, "Live with it, you signed the dotted line" can go straight to hell, with bukkake facials of furious acid. Really, fuck you all. If I had to do it all over again, I would have listened to the people who knew what they were talking about, and I'd be halfway on my way to having a career right now.
Instead, when the power goes out for the third night in a row, I'm expected to still be awake in enough time to be in the right uniform at the right place for the first formation. For PT. To defend freedom?
Please, take my fucking rank. I'm sick of being so full of shit that I play along with this. I really am. I despise myself. I am a fucking liar, day in and day out. I don't want/need pity or advice. I want my life back.
I'm not your hero, I'm not going to publish a fucking book. I'm not going to wrap it all up in some profound statement unless you want to hear that it's all just a sick fucking joke. In fact, on the next whim, all of this is gone. This isn't about attention or raging against the machine. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks anymore. I'm ready to be disowned for fuck's sake. I'm done. Finished. Faked it for years. The Army is more fake than any shit they paste on reality TV block on network TV.
I'm done. Over. Erased. Out. Kaput. If I had somewhere to go without judgment whatsoever, I'd hop in my car, gas that motherfucker up, and leave now. Instead I'm still counting down days, bitter, furious, and completely fucking lost. Army fucking Strong. What a crock of shit.
By the way, if you're involved in recruiting slogans, DIE IN A FIRE.
[I'm not sure if I should post this or not, as it looks as if it was taken down by the author. So I am posting with no link. You guess the blogger]
For multiple nights in a row, after I've been asleep, we've lost power. By the fucking grace of GOD, one thing or another has woken me up before it was too late. Why's that matter? Lemme tellya.
If you are fucking late to a goddamn formation, then fuck you, fuck you hard, and fuck you like hot lava. Fuck you like fast-acting cancer. Fuck you like You Would Have Been Better Off Dying In Iraq Than Missing A Formation. You lose power and your alarm clock gets fucked up? TOO BAD, YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SPEND MORE OF YOUR OWN FUCKING MONEY ON BACKUP BATTERIES. YOUR PT FORMATION IS INFINITELY IMPORTANT!!!!!
Really, let's put some shit out, and let's just put all the cards on the table right now.
You, E-who-gives-a-shit soldier, single, living in the barracks. Yeah, you can buy a personal weapon, but that shit has to be locked up in the arms room. THAT MEANS THAT IN THE FUCKING GHETTO-GARBAGE FUCKING CITIES AROUND YOUR BASE, IF SHIT HITS THE FAN, YOU ARE FUCKED AND YOU HAD BETTER NOT FUCK UP, BETTER YOU GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU, OR GET KILLED, AND GET YOURSELF SOME BULLSHIT MEDAL.
If you're married and live off-post, than any weapon you buy for SELF PROTECTION is A-O-fucking-Kay. But if you live in the B's, then this weapon of yours has to be locked up in the Arms room, and twisting the arm of Zeus will MAYBE get it signed out for you to GO TO A RANGE TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Self-protection? Pfffff. Better off just dying, really, or getting the shit stomped out of you in Seattle. You live in the barracks? Sure, you're old enough to have a wife and kids of your own, but goddammit, you are a fucking zoo animal, shut your fucking mouth, make no noise, and accept shit for how it is.
I can't, I really fucking can't. I am 22 fucking years old, damn close to 23, and I feel like less of a man than I did when I was fucking sixteen years old. I have no sense of identity, I am bound by contract, I am doing all I can to motivate new soldiers and keep my bitter attitude to myself, the people who inspired me in Iraq are the same people I see degrading and ridiculing people here back in the rear. I don't have one positive thing to say about the whole ordeal, and if I was smart, I would just shut my mouth and not say a word, but right now, I refuse to. Fuck, I'm probably going to lose my GI Bill and Honorable Discharge for half the shit I'm saying. I don't care anymore. I dare you. I will fucking leave the country if I have to. I know less about myself than I did from the get-go. If I had never signed up, I would have the freedom to piss anything away with no major consequence.
I GAVE MY FUCKING LIFE TO THE ARMY. THEY WILL FOREVER CONTROL ME. I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN ONE OF THE GUYS TO DIE.
We can't use half of our exits in this building because they are blocked off with Asbestos warnings. A few weeks ago, it was THE OTHER EXITS. I HAVE LIVED IN THESE BARRACKS FOR TWO YEARS, NOT COUNTING IRAQ.
Hey, fuck me, right?
What the fuck do I amount to?
Well fuck you too. Really. fuck you all. I don't care about your plan anymore. I don't care about the headlines. I no longer believe that we don't have enough troops. I still say Fuck Off to IVAW, I don't want to even hear from them. I don't want to hear from re-enlistment, I don't want to hear anything. I don't want to be thanked, I don't want to be ANYTHING. I want to be OUT, I want to be FREE.
I fucking DARE you to call me back after I'm out. Yeah, my contract says you can call me back to that eight year obligation. Fuck you. Really, fuck you. I won't come back. I will never deploy for you again. It has been nothing but bullshit, I honestly feel like I've achieved NOTHING and that I'm YEARS BEHIND MY FRIENDS MY OWN AGE, and your GI Bill Hush Money won't do shit to change that.
Spout some patriotic bullshit, have at it, but you know what's funny? Countries? ITS AN ABSTRACT CONCEPT!
IT DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST! The united states? Just a common idea. Canada? Same thing. Its just land with imaginary lines that we commonly agreed upon (oh, and fought and died for). Really, it's all bullshit, and I couldn't care less.
If it wasn't for the threat of TOTAL DEVASTATION OF REPUTATION, I would have left ages ago. If I wasn't afraid of what the Army would do to me for not following, I'd be doing what made me happy. Instead, I'm holding out, hoping that they really do pay for my schooling.
Here's the funny thing though: I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT THIS SCHOOLING WILL HELP ME OR NOT. I didn't give four years, I didn't give eight years. I gave my whole life. Anyone who says, "Live with it, you signed the dotted line" can go straight to hell, with bukkake facials of furious acid. Really, fuck you all. If I had to do it all over again, I would have listened to the people who knew what they were talking about, and I'd be halfway on my way to having a career right now.
Instead, when the power goes out for the third night in a row, I'm expected to still be awake in enough time to be in the right uniform at the right place for the first formation. For PT. To defend freedom?
Please, take my fucking rank. I'm sick of being so full of shit that I play along with this. I really am. I despise myself. I am a fucking liar, day in and day out. I don't want/need pity or advice. I want my life back.
I'm not your hero, I'm not going to publish a fucking book. I'm not going to wrap it all up in some profound statement unless you want to hear that it's all just a sick fucking joke. In fact, on the next whim, all of this is gone. This isn't about attention or raging against the machine. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks anymore. I'm ready to be disowned for fuck's sake. I'm done. Finished. Faked it for years. The Army is more fake than any shit they paste on reality TV block on network TV.
I'm done. Over. Erased. Out. Kaput. If I had somewhere to go without judgment whatsoever, I'd hop in my car, gas that motherfucker up, and leave now. Instead I'm still counting down days, bitter, furious, and completely fucking lost. Army fucking Strong. What a crock of shit.
By the way, if you're involved in recruiting slogans, DIE IN A FIRE.
[I'm not sure if I should post this or not, as it looks as if it was taken down by the author. So I am posting with no link. You guess the blogger]
posted by madtom at 7:13 PM
1 Comments:
for all contributor in this blog,
it's a good content and you had a blog that very cool. Today i look a nice interface in here. I thought this blog should be a success blog. let's make it.
from ousizch in http://www.ecpassistant.blogspot.com
Post a Comment
<< Home