Movin' On Up

We have been told we will be moving back to Camp Prosperity before Sept 30. See, here at Independence, we only have 1/2 of a company, and a few support elements (I think like 5 mechanics, 3cooks, and 1 supply guy), so for the vast majority of the time, we don't catch much of the regular Army BS. Regulations like no smoking and walking, and full PT uniform for working out are for the lack of a better word ignored. If you want to run in your undies and flip flops, well, that's your business. Prosperity on the other hand is the epitome of pogue land. There are many, many people who are not trigger pullers, never leave the camp, and exist only to give other soldiers lower ranking than themselves a hard time. So, in the spirit of going back to the land of fobdom, we had a room inspection by the 1st Sgt today. HAHAHAHAHA!!! That was special. It has now been declared, "Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye, all men present shall recognize and obey the forthcoming instructions from the all mighty, all knowing, Firrrrst of Serrrrrrrgeants, that from this day until the end of days, there shall be no more smoking of cigarettes, the most evil of habits, there shall be no more food in the rooms, and boy, you better listen good, you better dust all those nooks and crannies, 'cause how are we going to beat the terrorists if you can't even keep a clean room?" I know why the Military Service has so many homosexuals now. You put a bunch of men in a small space and force them to be neat and tidy, and what are you going to end up with? And, besides, "Hey, button up that cargo pocket soldier!!!! How do you expect to be combat effective if you can't even keep your pockets buttoned?" I swear, it's not even worth going to war anymore.