Naval Gunfire Support Team here. Every time a perfectly good beach party is about to get ruined I would have to set my coffee down to answer the radio about red-misting some joker
I just wanna remember the chili-mac at Midrats and all the free coffee I wanted. All the "mystery meat" and "what is that, really?" can fade from memory.
It was all fun and games until some bastard decided we couldn't smoke at the NTDS consoles anymore. Nobody messes with the devildogs but us. Greedy like that
Then I got nothin to fret about, can't even get Q to be a little bitty more specific about which water.