Rommel101

Since nobody but raspberryvixen (https://www.deviantart.com/raspberryvixen) ever reads these journals anymore, I reserve the right to post absolutely NOTHING that makes any sense in the hope that it will amuse her in some way. Once upon a time there was a greasy, over-worked, and underpaid Airframer in the US Navy named Cameron. He was never late to work and his performance record was on point in keeping with the excellent standards expected by the Navy of its' sailors...yet his evals were SHIT! "Why are my evals so SHITTY?" Cameron wondered each morning as he dragged his exhausted ass to the hangar for 10 more hours of slave labor for a squadron that merely laughed at the misery o

Another year finally just about over. It seems like the years are passing by faster and faster, and for the next two years I need them to. My squadron is SHIT, our morale is low, and our upper chain of command cant understand why. Well let me explain. For SOME reason...the chiefs that preside over the all-powerful Maintenance Control think that by working us to death with deployment hours while ashore they're somehow going to turn this squadron into a super motivated, kickass maintenance force that stands out from all the others on base. What they dont realize is....THEY ARE FUCKING KILLING US! When has working your employees to exhaustion EV

I talked to my aunt and uncle about my great Uncle and some of the things her wrote in his journal during the war, and they shared some more of his diary with me. Here is another one of his entries dated June the 29th 1942. "The sound of our artillery can be heard from the lines of our men over 100 kilometers to the south as we push forward towards the Caucasus region of Russia. The great Southern Offensive has begun, and I have heard rumors among my comrades that this is the push that will knock the Soviets out of the war and finally end this madness. I have only been on the line in Russia for a little less than 2 months and already  have s