Chris' Deployment Journal

One useless bench that the KRAB sent over (on the right) alongside the homemade, half-plywood leg extension bench.

So why is there this inequity? Why do they get things so much better? Why do the REMF's (Rear Echelon Mothers) and POG's (Persons Other than Grunt) get it so much better? It's simple: we're combat arms troops. To put it simply, the guys on the front lines get screwed. It's far from fair but and that's the way life, and the Army, goes.

During our training in Louisiana, one of our Observer/Controllers (what used to be called a 'referee' in military war games) said to us, "You guys are combat arms and because of that, you are going to get shafted. Just be ready for this. You will know that you are combat arms when you return from some crazy twelve-hour mission and all you want is something to eat and the chow hall will be closed and all that's left at the PX is bags of those nasty Funions [little puffed onion-ring like things], and I don't mean the big bags either, but just those little tiny bags. Why? Because all the POG's will, after stuffing their face at the chow hall, have bought up all the good stuff while you were out busting your butt all day. Be prepared to deal with this. It's your fate for being combat arms. Which, even when you're getting screwed and there's no hot water for you shower and you're trying to choke down some nasty Funions, beats being some nine-to-five, office-working [several expletives deleted] POG any day."

We couldn't have said it better ourselves.