Pogueville

"Today we had a detail which was to take all of our crew-served ammo (linked .50 cal, 40mm MK19, linked 7.62 and linked 5.56) along with our pyro (grenades, smoke grenades, flares...etc) to turn in so that we can leave this shithole. The turn-in site is a base next to Kuwait City; Camp Arifjan which might as well be called Pogueville. It's as large as an active duty base back stateside and the headquarters of way too many officers. I passed more lieutenant-colonels, colonels and 1-star generals than I ever want to see again. At first I wondered why we got stationed at our shithole, but after spending the day there, I realized it's good that we are secluded at our own base. There are way too many females at Arifjan; civilians and military women in civilian clothes with apparently no regulation. I saw a girl in line in burger king with transparent fleece pants on; we (myself and the other 5 guys on the detail) had to pull ourselves away from staring at this girl's twat. 12 months at this base and I could see our company going home without any rank or money left.

The detail itself made me slip into my first PTSD bout of rage."
Fobbits need ice cream