“Holy Sh*t!!!! We’ve Become…

**DISCLAIMER** Strong male language to follow. The author sincerely regrets the potty-mouth inherent in Sailors and all too frequently in himself. Also, any comments that may be interpreted as disparaging to women are deeply regretted but written in the context of the story being related. Please forgive me but that is the way we dick-heads tend to talk in a predominantly male environment particularly in Harm’s Way.

BITCHES!!!”

So we made it to Kuwait and were successfully trucked to Camp Beuhring were we trained a little but sat around A LOT. There just was not much to do at our little Army camp in the deep desert but we fell into a routine any how. One day my buddies and I are walking back from the little exchange on post and the conversation went something like this:

LT B: You know all we do is eat, shop and spend too much money buying stuff for our uniforms.

LT L: And talk on the phone and talk about how we are gonna get our hair cut.

LT B: Yeah, and we always seem to go to the head together.

Me: Eat, shop, accessorize, talk on the phone, talk about hair, go to the head in packs…hmmm

All of us: HOLY SH*T…WE’VE BECOME BITCHES

At that point we endeavored only to manly things in manly ways. I have heard it said that war changes a man but this is ridiculous.

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD