Diary of Corporal Ragowski, Regina U.S.M.C entry-6

So….its been a few weeks. Shit has kinda gone downhill. They took my fucking chevrons…

Its such fucking bullshit. So, while the Commanders investigation concluded that Gunny and Staff Sergeant were purposely withholding my promotion packet, I’m still responsible for breaking Perkin’s jaw, and for conduct unbecoming a Marine…they jacked my stripes. All this to ‘teach me how to control myself.’ Seriously. What the ever-living fuck man? I haven’t cried so much since Sgt Nelson died in that I.E.D attack. I’ve been moved companies. Had to pack up all my shit and hump it over to C Co. I can’t even work on vehicles for the time-being. They have me shuffling papers because ‘You’re a female and this’ll be less stressful on you.’ Fuck off.

Seriously, everyone can fuck off. Far as I’m concerned. I’ve been stuck in a room with a new nasty ass Private who can’t be bothered to clean up after herself. Both, her and her fucking boyfriend eat up all my shit while I’m gone. I threatened to break their arms if I ever caught them. But fuck I’m just…stuck with this douche-bags. They party every night, yelling up and down the deck…just making noise and being loud and shitty and annoying as fuck all damn night. And its not even friday or a 96.

I’m so fucking sick of this place I want to leave already. They’re taking my money too, so I can’t fucking pay my car payment or anything else. Not sure where the fuck I’m going to find the money, and I really don’t want to ask mom or dad to borrow cash. Its…god this is such bullshit. I ran into that Lieutenant again at the gym and he gave this weird creepy grin as I was doing squats. A Gunny from another company saw him and stopped him as he was about to come up and talk to me. Thank fuck, I really don’t need this shit right now. Actually, know what I need to do? I need to get the fuck out of the barracks. I can’t stand all this noise and bullshit. Going to hit the bar and drink and think and hopefully get my mind straight.
Diary of Corporal Ragowski, Regina U.S.M.C entry-6

So….its been a few weeks. Shit has kinda gone downhill. They took my fucking chevrons…

Its such fucking bullshit. So, while the Commanders investigation concluded that Gunny and Staff Sergeant were purposely withholding my promotion packet, I’m still responsible for breaking Perkin’s jaw, and for conduct unbecoming a Marine…they jacked my stripes. All this to ‘teach me how to control myself.’ Seriously. What the ever-living fuck man? I haven’t cried so much since Sgt Nelson died in that I.E.D attack. I’ve been moved companies. Had to pack up all my shit and hump it over to C Co. I can’t even work on vehicles for the time-being. They have me shuffling papers because ‘You’re a female and this’ll be less stressful on you.’ Fuck off.

Seriously, everyone can fuck off. Far as I’m concerned. I’ve been stuck in a room with a new nasty ass Private who can’t be bothered to clean up after herself. Both, her and her fucking boyfriend eat up all my shit while 
I’m gone. I threatened to break their arms if I ever caught them. But fuck I’m just…stuck with this douche-bags. They party every night, yelling up and down the deck…just making noise and being loud and shitty and annoying as fuck all damn night. And its not even friday or a 96.

I’m so fucking sick of this place I want to leave already. They’re taking my money too, so I can’t fucking pay my car payment or anything else. Not sure where the fuck I’m going to find the money, and I really don’t want to ask mom or dad to borrow cash. Its…god this is such bullshit. I ran into that Lieutenant again at the gym and he gave this weird creepy grin as I was doing squats. A Gunny from another company saw him and stopped him as he was about to come up and talk to me. Thank fuck, I really don’t need this shit right now. Actually, know what I need to do? I need to get the fuck out of the barracks. I can’t stand all this noise and bullshit. Going to hit the bar and drink and think and hopefully get my mind straight.