Cmdr Cheryl Ruff (Ret.) wrote a book called Ruff’s War: A Navy Nurse on the Frontline in Iraq. I have not read that book, but I saw her talk about it on CSPAN2 the other day. What a non-stop bitch-fest over the most trivial “hardships”:
- Complaining about living in a tent.
- Complaining about having to get a short haircut (“I hoped the war would last for months so my hair would grow out before I got home”)
- Complaining about having to pee behind a bush, in a ditch, etc.
- Complaining about sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag
- Complaining about the sand and the dust
- Complaining about the lack of electricity
- Complaining about the lack of showers
- Complaining about flies in the outhouse
- Complaining about the transport plane not arriving on time
- Complaining about MRE’s
- Complaining about not getting mail on time
Honestly, you’d think the bitch had never been on a camping trip. What a fucking wimp!