Battalion, so we can hear Godfather's take on what a fucking fuckup he is. "...And it's based on Godfather's experience that this breeds like a fucking yeast infection. Every time an order is questioned, every time dissention is allowed to state its case, there's a corresponding decrease in overall morale." He looks at Nate: "I can't have people questioning the orders of a superior officer," he growls, and looks over at Encino Man: "And if you have a performance complaint regarding subordinates, that has to go through the proper channels." Captain America is still dazed and sad from his momentary reality experience. "Backchannel grumbling is unacceptable, gentlemen. Unacceptable!" So, basically, you can't talk about it in private, and you can't talk about it in public. That makes total sense to Godfather, because there's nothing to talk about: just fulfilling the orders from the next guy up. Which brings into question why you want excellent people in your Corps in the first place. Oh wait, I remember: Because invading a country and killing people is not a job for idiots. The day war became the province of the lowest common denominator was the day war became ugly.
"Now, I know some people aren't happy about the pell-mell assault on that airfield. And I admit it was rash, even reckless. But General Mattis had to have our eyes on that airfield. And your recon teams failed in the time allotted." Nate, Captain America and Patterson stand there feeling crapped on. Encino Man stares into space. "This war isn't going well for us. Resistance in the cities is greater than expected, and the General feels we're killing far too many civilians. Godfather thinks we're going to go back into these cities we bypassed, and root out the bad guys." Oh, those ones you ignored because you wanted to wear a corsage? The ones that contained actual Republican Guard and PRG teams and extremists, rather than being a completely empty parking lot with negative strategic value? On which you're currently standing? "The Iraqis are on the fence about this war. They're only going to bet on the horse they think can win." Sixta nods, as usual, as though Godfather has not just said yet another self-evident thing that flies in the face of his own actions.
Nate asks if they can, um, ever expect to be resupplied, and Godfather is tinily irritated by this little message from the real world. "Unbeknownst to me, when I gave the order to abandon that supply truck our Battalion colors were on it." Sixta nods and Encino Man almost cries. It's really very sad, how that flag is gone. Nate is grossed out; Patterson and Barrett (the real Eric Kocher) look at each other. "Gentlemen, the loss of those colors... It's one of the most regrettable incidents of my entire career. And Ferrando takes full responsibility for it." I could never really be in the military, because that's precisely the point I would go completely apeshit. "But you should be aware that the loss of those colors will be more than offset by the battle streamers we will earn in this war." Encino Man makes a little mess in his boxers. "And we will earn 'em. That I know." Godfather, I guess because he thinks that little prayer to retardation was a fitting exit line, heads back into the tent; Encino Man gives some kind of stupid mean look to Nate because even though Godfather just basically told him to fuck off and stop making trouble, he didn't actually hear any of it. Good Fido.