Back in my day, when there were standing orders for the invasion of another board, men would inform OTHER MEN, and not let the ones still in the bunks wake up to a deserted camp! It's almost as if you didn't want me here, AND WHY WOULDN'T YA, I'm the only one in this outfit with any lick of sense and spine. Like this one time on the seventh planet of some godforsaken solar system in the middle of the galactic nowhere we was stuck for 15 MONTHS with no reinforcements, no supplies, and no contact with nothing except ork after ork after ork after ork BUT DID WE MOPE AND COMPLAIN AND FORGET TO TELL THE VETERAL LIEUTENANT THAT WAS SLEEPING IN HIS BUNK? NO. We was men! We fought! We killed! We survived! Except for the guys who died or were cannibalized when the rations ran out, Emperor bless their weak souls, BUT WE WAS SOLDIERS AND WE KNEW THE RISKS WHEN WE TOOK THE JOB. Young'ns today, no respect for the sacrifices of the generations before them, acting as if getting flogged is the end of the world, back in my day, you so much as showed up to parade with one button loose or one fold askew, YOU WERE SHOT, WHICH WAS REGULATION. That's how you kept the disorderly crowd of no-good, ornery, hard-as-nails asskickers like me in line!
BUT ENOUGH TALK, WHO'S GETTING A MELTABOMB UP THEIR ASS TODAY?