Active Duty Army here. Your family is collectively the MVP. Every time I see a fat fucking butterhuffer attached to a poor E-6/E-7 (who I see in the gym every day), I get a little sad inside. I think what makes it worse is that most of them do literally nothing but drink beetus juice, eat beetus cream, watch shit TV and push out future beetus brats. Now I'm sad and going to have some whiskey. Peace, shitlords/ladies.