Fort Wainwright
A place where privates come to Die and testicles come to get frostbite. A place that only exists to this
day because the community of Fairbanks natives throw
beer bottles at military vehicles; survives solely off of the taxes of the military institution. Without the base the town wouldn't exist. Waking up in Fort Ain't Right is like waking up wishing there was a muzzle of a 3.57 in your esophagus. Here you can find
alcoholic soldiers , and NCO's that take there Marital problems out on every
rank below them and justify there mistakes by blaming it on them. This is what they call the Hunting and
fishing brigade, and in the winter
time when it's Negative 60 degrees and your practicing Battle drill 1 be cautious not to get a cold weather injury, because even if CIF doesn't issue you the proper cold weather gear, it
will still be your fault for getting a cold weather injury. As a
single soldier you
will find yourself among the shittiest details, taking tours to
Sand-bagistan to fill 10,000 sandbags , while your friends are deploying, you're setting up 20 year old targets for outdated training ranges that are constantly shut down by range control civilians, turning 2
day field problems into 5 day problems. Training is mediocre and only done so higher ups can write down on a piece of paper that their unit is "Qualified" to "Deploy" to a fake training deployment called"Pacific pathways" to make soldiers feel like they are doing something important.
Last
night at fort Wainwright I stared at a
bottle of Clorox debating whether or not to
drink all of it because I knew it would kill me if I did.
