“There’s something I have to tell you”

For as long as men have left home to fight wars, women have remained behind to be total fucking skanks.

I’ve heard that a lot tramps married to soldiers even have a standard line that they deploy when dealing with inquiries into their fidelity over long distance calls.

“We’ll talk about it when you get home.”

The old phrase goes: “All’s fair in love and war.” And I guess it goes both ways. However, in Vietnam soldiers at least had an opportunity to get a piece of Southeast Asian ass while fighting in that pointless conflict. In our current meaningless massacre going into the red zone means facing the prospect of not coming back with all of your limbs intact. There is little opportunity to see what kind of goodies those Arab bitches are hiding underneath their burkas.

Stateside, slut soldier’s wives, girlfriends and sweethearts are free to patrol local bars and look for causal sex with all kinds of strangers. Meanwhile, soldiers are busy fighting for their wives freedom to take it doggystyle in the dark corners of a local dance club.

I don’t wanna rain on anybody’s patriotic parade. I’m not trying to be a Tokyo Rose. But the fact is that nobody is “waiting for you at home.” Nobody is waiting at all. Life goes on and I think that most soldiers sadly understand this fact.

Returning soldiers should count on some painful explanations or simply outright lies from their women. Right now, soldiers send home their check probably understanding the simple truth that women left unchecked will find someone else to screw . . . it’s seemingly as inevitable as war itself.