Bring it in!
Where the fuck is Meach!? I sent that idiot to go replace all the divots where Chop and Droz were practicing fucking golf on the Battalion parade field. Jeezuz, you fuckers are gonna have the Sergeant Major down here eating souls for dinner.
Man – this week has been all sideways. I had three dates from Tinder – one was 450 pounds if she was an ounce…but I fucked her – the second wanted money up front and only had a few cold sores…so I fucked her – and the third was SGT Hunter’s mom…Yup, I fucked her. Today my dick keeps sticking to my drawers – so I had to go to the TroopMed and get rodded and some shots…but it was sorta worth it.
Apparently we are in a contest with Ivan over who can kill that ISIS bastard al Baghdadi the most…and they are ahead. Someone call the Air Force and the Compound on Bragg and tell them to tighten the fuck up.
The ChiComs and the Navy have been playing seek and go hide for the last week… It seems to me that the navy just lost that game with a Japanese freighter a couple of weeks ago… Too soon?
Oh – as a reminder some Leathernecks and their Corpsman from the Raiders were killed in a crash this week. Keep ‘em and their families in your prayers – that is a hell of a way to die.
Roll in fireteams.
PMCS your ride.
If you are having a dessert – you haven’t had enough to drink!
Don’t do drugs.
Don’t beat your wife or kick your dog.
Now GTFO before I find something for you to do this weekend.
Platoon Sergeants, take charge of your Platoons.
1SG Moriarti – OUT!