Just came in from setting up the reception for the change of command we have here today. It is 106 degrees under the shade of the gazebo and somewhat hotter than that outside of the gazebo. Me and another guy who has been in the Army almost as long as I have laid out the buns, salad, near beer, and other sundry items so that everyone can pretend that the ceremony is for the soldiers (who hate these things) after the officers get done stroking each other off.
Sometimes it gets pretty deep. We actually have the sunday paper laid out by sections on my NCOIC's desk just in case the the Brigade Commander comes in for a quick fellating. Can't have him actually paging through the paper to ind the section he needs. Might get a paper cut an smear his blue blood onto something one of us of the untouchable caste touched.
Fuck I hate officers.