We all know about Plaintiff Cook.
I went to look at the other litigants. Not easy to do since Clown College Retard Esquire here spelled the fuggin name wrong, but one of them is MG Carroll D. Childers. He’s my former Division Commander. In 1998 I had lunch alone with him prior to my Deployment to Bosnia when I accidentally ran into him at the AUSA convention. I always thought he was a bit odd, just not this odd.
He’s the oldest graduate of Ranger School ever I believe. He wrote a book about it. I tried to read said book, but it was like slaughterhouse 5 with his leaping in and out of times and stuff. Like someone dropped the book and shoved the pages in the wrong order.
General Childers, I always respected you, even when I thought you were a bit odd. I came to our division because of the history, men like Stonewall Jackson and Thomas Dry Howie. Our Motto was “Let’s Go.” It wasn’t “Show me your commissioning certificate General, or my fat ass ain’t leaving this F____ing beach.” You’d have jacked my ass up immediately if I told you I wasn’t living in “Troll Village” until I saw your official papers, and you would have been right to do so.
This quest of yours brings disservice to our unit. You can browse through here, my praise of our Commander in Chief will be sparse. In fact, I don’t think you’ll find any. But this ridiculous and farcical mission you have chosen here is beneath you. Beneath you as an officer. Beneath you as an Infantryman. And Beneath you as a 29er. Drop this senseless bullshit and enjoy your well-earned retirement.