While I was in Iraq, I wrote about the word Shit as a pronoun. The post is here. Earlier today I was reading a book called The Zone by Sergei Dovlatov about life in Russian prison camps. Dovlatov wrote about a prisoner correcting a new camp guard about the guard's improper use of the word fuck.
When I wrote in 2009, it was about the difference in how soldiers use shit and bitch as a pronoun. In that post, I noted that anything that will fit on a bunk is shit. Anything larger is a bitch.
But I neglected the reason for the use of these pronouns. From the moment a young soldier begins the process of enlisting, he is showered with acronyms and awash in the Latin-derived words of government bureaucracy. Normal human beings cannot hear and retain hundreds of opaque new words and terms, so each soldier remembers a few new terms and for the rest says, "The sergeant told me some shit I was supposed to remember."
Then the soldier actually goes to basic training. On the first day, soldiers file through supply and receive uniforms, boots, underwear, belts, packs, duffel bags, insignia, name tags, a helmet, and hundreds more bits of gear, large and small. These items could be identified by the nouns in the last sentence, but they are not. The camouflage uniform is ACU: Army Combat Uniform. The helmet is ACH: Advanced Combat Helmet. The belt and pouches for ammo and other equipment is our LBE: Load Bearing Equipment. Our dress uniform is the ASU: Army Service Uniform.
When we were training for Iraq, our first sergeant would yell, "Line up outside in five minutes! ACH, LBE and weapon! Move!" My sleep-fogged brain would rebel and I would think as I pulled on my ACU pants, 'Why not call it a fucking helmet!'
The 18-year-old I was when I first enlisted and the 56-year-old I was when I deployed to Iraq was hit with a blizzard of opaque terms. My response to this brain storm was to identify ownership first. So I pointed to a pile of gear and said, "This is my shit." or "That's your shit."
Later when the soldier is assigned a vehicle, a large-caliber weapon, or other piece of equipment that won't fit on a bunk or in a duffel bag, he will say, "That bitch is mine."
I said that of my first Jeep in the Cold War Army. A Jeep in the army could not be just a Jeep. It was a Truck, 1/4th Ton, Cargo, M151A1, a number and nomenclature I can still recite from memory. Four decades later the Jeep's replacement was a Humvee or High Mobility, Multipurpose, Wheeled Vehicle, M998.
Either way, when I had a vehicle I could say, "That bitch is mine, I'm throwing my shit in it.
