Stolen from whoever Doctrine Man stole it from.
Blatantly stolen from Outlaw13 over at Guidons! Guidons! Guidons!
PCS stands for Permanent Change of Station. In the civilian world, that’s known as “moving” or “relocation.” Now, moving is a hassle, but it can’t be all that bad, right? Well, this is the Army we’re talking about here. Like any beauracracy, the “help” the Army provides isn’t always what you want it to be. Imagine moving across the country (or overseas to some country where you don’t even speak the language) and having it all organized by the DMV. Sounds fun, huh?
The Army Recruiter’s Wife is soliciting stories of nightmare PCS’s from spouses and soldiers. Drop her a line and tell your worst (or funniest-they tend to be the same) horror story of a PCS.
BTW, don’t tell me. I don’t care. I’ll just laugh at you. I was single. If I showed up on time with a toothbrush and a copy of my orders, well, I was good to go.