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Ok so I went to go DX my uniforms today. I had blown the crotch out of two of them while competing for my EIB. The lady turns and tells me I am not authorized to turn them in for new ones. I asked very politely, Why? She responds that since I dx'd 2 of my 4 uniforms this 12 month deployment I can't do my other two because I am only authorized two new ones. I said wait wait wait..back it up...You are telling me that these two blown out uniforms I spent days in walking through Iraq, wading through shit creeks, recovering blown up and burned down MRAPs in..I can't get new ones? And you are sitting there in your fancy Oakley shirt and jeans as the chair screams and moans in protest of the 300 pounds sitting on it? What has the Army come to where a civilian is allowed to give the final decision to tell an Infantryman he can not trade in a uniform that he desperately needs because he is going to yet another country again and has only three servicable ones?!?!?!  She said, "Deal with it". I couldn't believe my ears. Wow. And guess what..her supervisor backed her up. That's ok because one day that will come back to her. When  she breaks that stool from surpassing its weight capacity and there is only one stool left and I have it, I will tell her to deal with it and stand. Or when her water goes out in her shower and she asks someone to help her fix it they say deal with it yourself. 


Yep not a good day..and I have three uniforms left....