with my stomach twisted in knots and wanting to vomit. I don't think this unit could be more fucked up if it actually tried to self-implode.
The worst part? I'm one of the lowest ranking people in the unit. My sphere of influence is tiny, and my hands only go up so high.
This is why God invented Whiskey. I only hope I can finish out my tour without strangling someone.
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