Ways I've thought of to try to get out of my shit unit....

1. Have Op2 talk me up to his unit and get me an intrapost transfer to 509th... where I would be willing to do any job.

2. Get myself transferred to HHD to do a staff job. I thought SSG Brown asked me if I wanted to work in S1 and I almost needed to put on fresh underwear... she wasn't though.

3. Find out about a new unit being created on post and get myself transferred to it

4. Walk around post, going into every orderly room and headquarters I can find, talking to first sergeants/commanders/sergeant majors, etc. and trying to "sell' myself.

5. Receive a severe enough injury to not fuck up my life, but still warrants me going to the warrior transition battalion

6. Re-upping for the shortest period of time possible and forcing them to send me to 509th (adding time to my service is very undesirable though)

7. Asking CSM Moten to send me to jump school and getting me away from 7th

8. Meeting General Snow, force him to see my TSF awesomeness, and convincing him to get me the fuck away from 7th

9. Same for CSM Womack

10. Same for any Brigade level and up senior leadership

11. Becoming a huge fuck up and getting sent to work at the gym on post


The idea is to get out of the unit, but not extend my time in service. Which is pretty much impossible in my situation. I just want to see the look on the faces of my leadership if I could get out. Especially if somehow got into 509th or a staff job, they would know I'm obviously not doing it for my career and just want to get away from them. I want to see them cry. I want to see the realization in their faces when they figure out that one of their best soldiers despises them and has zero loyalty towards them. I want to see them grovel and try to convice me to stay. I want to laugh in their faces.

This unit better not promote me to Staff Sergeant. If they do, someone should start a pool on how fast I would lost that rank. Because than I would say what I think, knowing that if I got an article 15 and lost rank, I would still be an NCO. Holding my tongue is getting very exhausting.

I really hope that General Snow doesn't ask me what I think about the Army, the unit or my job this coming week. I may not be able to fake it anymore.

That's it for now. I like doing my blogs in a list form. It's my German blood, I guess.

TSF Op1-Trenches, ou.....

Wait a second.

FUCK YOU, OFFICERS. You are not smarter or better than me. In fact, the opposite. I went to a better, harder, more challenging school than you. I got better grades than you. I ran company sized organizations in school. You didn't and get all the schools you want, a house, way too much pay and undeserved respect. I refuse to acknowledge you as superiors until you prove you are not a fucking idiot. I don't give a fuck about Army regs... I will only salute you if I think it's deserved. Otherwise, I'll going on pretending that my phone is extremely interesting.

So fuck you again Officers for looking at my rank and making an instant opinion about my capabilities and intelligence. I could learn your job in a fraction of the time it would take you to learn mine... and I would execute it better.

In garrison, I'll hold my tongue. But when/if I deploy and you're my officer, don't fuck it up. I'll say and do anything it takes to not have to deal with your bullshit. You better be like Lt. Fick. If I have to deal with any Encino Man's and/or Captain Americas, I'm gonna make your world hurt.

Phew.

Had to get that out.

TSF Op1-Trenches, out