East Side Vs. West Side

Throughout history there are stories of feuding families and groups. The Hatfield's and McCoy's, the Capulet's and the Montague's, Oprah and Letterman. But none will equal the destruction of the feuding Army wives.

Moving to a new post, is a lot like changing highschools. The first real friend you make will determine your status and future friendships at that post. We as wives will undeniably break off into cliques. We all want to say we left this behavior in highschool, but.....we'd be lying.

Living the military life, is a lot like a suburbian gang war. East Side vs. West side if you will. Then of course, you always have your groups of "neutrals", which really only means they don't quarrel, they just it back and gossip about it.
Army wives gangs represent the Original Red, White and Blue gang colors.

Once you befriend a "member" of a particular gang, you will inevitably be introduced to the rest of the group. By invitation of course. This may be a casual dinner, outing or something that would let the rest of the gang get a good read on your social abilities. The rest of the gang, will size you up, guage your reaction to certain stimuli and go from there. You will then either be welcomed, or let loose.

However, once you are welcomed into the gang, you are basically guaranteed the protection of the gang. Say for instance, someone from an opposing gang steals your famous brownie recipe, your gang is entitled, nay expected to dose their brownies with X-lax. If your childs toy is broken by a child of the opposing gang, we will send a message to that childs mother by leaving a my little pony head in her bed.
But if a member of the gang, decides to turn its back upon said gang, branch off, or simply defect....the outcome may not be as friendly. Traitors are not treated well.
I'm not saying they will sleep with the fishes, or even be fitted for a pair of concrete combat boots, but they may find themselves in an embarrassing situation involving toilet paper, gorilla glue and the youtube.

So the next time you see a group of Army wives, rolling up in the Grand Caravan, or texting gang signs, you may wanna think twice about crossing them. We are a different kind of crazy. We're Army crazy.