Dear BBQ Trailer, Man, you're pretty darn good. Way better than DFAC food, not too expensive, and your macncheese is FAB.
Dear Real Sheets & TAMU Blankie, You make sleeping in a boring old barracks room with other people slightly less crappy.
Dear Young'uns, There are a lot of y'all around here, and y'all are really starting to frustrate me. I'm not a child, and I'm tired of being treated like one thanks to y'all. Please grow up and realize that the Army is a full-time job, a commitment, that requires actual work on your part. It's not college, you're not paying them, they're paying you, get it right.
Dear Friends, Family, Want-to-be-Friends, and Acquaintances, If you don't already know this about me, then shame on you, but I'll enlighten you a bit anyways, respect is a big deal to me. I would much rather be respected than liked, or loved, or cherished, or anything really for that matter. And consequently I hate when people disrespect me, are rude to me, snap at me when it's unnecessary and uncalled for. Now, I understand if you're having a bad day, or something has gone wrong that is affecting your mental capabilities. But if not, learn some fucking self-control, and be humble enough to lay down an apology when it's the right thing to do.
Thanks and gig'em,
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