Name says it all, right? There was a paperwork mix up somewhere in the bowels of the pentagon, and now you’ve got Army Rangers guarding a chow hall interacting with Big Army officers and just being their crazy selves. How will the FOB handle the influx of testosterone and ballsiness? How will the rangers deal with a fobbit bitching that the chocolate ice cream is gone already?

Meanwhile, the National Guard unit is trying to figure out how to make friends with locals without any of the training, aptitude, or physical/mental stamina.

Some exact quotes I heard when my national guard unit was outside the wire:

I think Wagner left his NODS on top of the humvee again when we left that COB. Anyway, he can’t find them.
Hey, you gotta salute officers! I don’t care if there are snipers in the area or not!
Look, just because you have, like, combat experience or whatever doesn’t mean shit, ok?

I think there is potential here.

Any thoughts?