I don’t care about frosted hair tips

I don’t care about black socks

I don’t care about hands in pockets

I don’t FUCKING care about neck or hand tattoos

What do I care about?

I care about my soldier getting the medical help he’s being trying to get for 3 months

I care about going to BH without my leadership fucking with me and giving me shit

I care about my food from the DFAC not giving me food poisoning

I care that the shoe closet I call my room and share with someone isn’t covered in mold

I care that my free time is actually respected and I’m not essentially working in civies after 1700

I care that comp times are actually 24 hours off and my PSG doesn’t call me a little bitch for not wanting to work when I’m supposed to be asleep

I care that one of the best soldiers I know will never face justice for her sexual assault because the army cares more about rank than doing the right thing

But most important of all I care about that this stupid fucking job is all I ever dreamed of doing as a kid but I’m leaving at the first chance I get because I can’t stand to be another worn out wheel in the machine that only exists now to make officer’s careers and help the GWOT leftovers max out their pensions