Life. and this unit.

I just read this post about being in a great unit in a great place where you know people are looking out for you. I cried. I want that. I don't want to be here in this unit from hell. I want my husband to not get smoked and screamed at daily for the NCO's issues. I want to be proud when my husband gets promoted, not pissed because it took 2 years and even then the leadership didn't know it was happening. Hell...the LT was just promoted so he's no longer a butter bar and no one knew about that. Double hell...a soldier that got caught having sex on the LT's desk was demoted and STILL promoted before my husband. I don't want it to take 7 weeks to get Command Sponsership. I want to not have female soldiers wind up pregnant within 3 months of arriving. I want to know that getting an article 15 is frowned upon rather than a show that you have character (someone explain the logic of that!) I don't want the ENTIRE CHAIN OF COMMAND to be under investigation. And I want our soldiers taken care of. Let's not even talk about the wives...then I'll just get angry. But let me add this. When an NCO has balls enough to say that if a wife had kept her mouth shut and stayed out of the soldiers lives, none of this would be happening, that is never ok. I'm so sorry that she gave a shit about the soldiers and wanted to make their lives a little better. SO FREAKING SORRY. She did the right thing, maybe you should try it once or twice.

I don't want to be here.

But.

I am. SO is my husband. We are still here. Still standing. Still strong. I will not change who I am to appease the powers that be, when I am a good person. I know that if things don't change quick before they deploy my husband will probably not come back. I don't know if any of them will. It is literally that bad. But here we are. And so we get up every morning and shake our head at the idiocy happening around here and try to keep the few that deserve to have hope hopeful. Wish me luck because the shit just hit the fan. Again.