Morale is low because we want to do hood-rat stuff with our friends

Mori, our fearless leader (lulz), thinks that we're not getting along. We're all disrespectful, don't listen to our superiors, and pretty much don't give a fuck. From what I've seen we get along great. We talk shit on the reg but who the fuck doesn't? We all agree on one thing. We fucking hate Fadi. Fadi is a guy I forgot to introduce yesterday, but he is key to the story. Fadi is a fat Egyptian fuck in our section who has been gone away to some JSS the whole deployment. I don't even know how the fuck he got in the Army, but whatever.  Maybe not verbatim, but he told me at JRTC that if " You are wearing this uniform (points to my uniform), then he hates you and wants you to die." Pretty terroristic, wouldn't ya say? 

Fadi is the definition of annoying. He will ask you a question, you answer him, then he will ask the same fucking question again. I don't understand his logic. He always has chapped lips too. Gross. 29 years old, fat as fuck, and to top it all off he is still a virgin, go figure. Here is a simulated picture of what he looks like. 

When is chow? Me so hungry!

The above photo is pretty accurate. Fadi is the main reason they think our "morale is low." I call bullshit. First off, Olaf and Mori sit around bickering like two school girls all day, trying to fight for the favor of us, which is understandable, we are fucking awesome. But they do it in such a bitch ass manner it blows my fucking mind. Two full grown men having secret meetings, telling Z and Mac they need to be more hard on their soldiers, etc etc. Let's just put it this way, if our leadership is good at anything its playing the blame game. It's always someones fault but never theirs. Things are good for Big D and the boys, and we ain't gonna let the bitch ass hoes bring us down. We've been out here for 12 months (most of us at least) and the only thing on our minds is going home and getting some pussy and drinking until we don't have feelings anymore. 

Tomorrow we have a meeting with our Platoon leader, we'll just call him Derby, since he is from Kentucky. I'll let you know how that goes tomorrow. Time to go eat some pig slop.