"Stafford, yesterday we ran the gauntlet with no ass and no air, and for what?" Evan walks up, curious about Doc's rant as he should be. "Fuckin' artillery blew the shit outta that town after we rolled through it." And yet, Q-Tip got to shoot people, so what's the problem? "We're Reconnaissance Marines," says Pappy. "Swift, silent and deadly." A random man gives a random hoorah. "And Godfather knows this. And he knows when he sends us into the shit, like yesterday, we'll probably come out on top. Because we're the best." Evan nods. "But that don't make it right."

Doc looks down at Evan: "Hey Beaver Hunt, why are you even here? I mean, after yesterday any cognizant person with a speck of common sense would have caught the first truck south." Evan sighs, blows out his cheeks; it's the opposite of sucking wind. He doesn't know. But it's not like Evan's the only person who should be answering the question.

Everybody uses a munitions box with a hole cut in the top when they want to take a crap. In public. That's awful on many levels simultaneously. So Trombley, having defecated per his Sergeant's orders, hands Q-Tip's back to him with a muttered thanks. "Yo! Yo, son, you shit on my shitter!" Gross? Trombley's like, "Um, wipe it off? We're in the desert and times are tough?" but Q-Tip's not having it. He tosses the thing roughly at Trombley's chest. I'm going to need you boys to just put it down on the ground while you're having this conversation. My God. "Trombley, this shitter's the only luxury I got out here!" (Back to the basics of biology and the mustaches again; you see the same thing in prisoners: whatever you have, that's what the world becomes.) The guys laugh, and Q-Tip looks at them for a second with a quiet "Screwby" before running off.

Trombley is, once again, ashamed and unused to having his bowels controlled by a bunch of yelling people, and takes off. "Devil Dog, your aim sucks!" shouts Pappy, and somebody on his team is like, "If Lance Corporal Trombley's as good with his SAW as he is with his shitter, I think Team One has issues..." It's so backwards and creepy and... I get it, I mean, find what the kid's weird about and push the button, except it's still so gross. I hate Trombley, he scares the piss out of me because he's so real, but what really scares me is the way they're always at him, all of them, because he's the FNG, and it's like: "Did you not notice that he is a fucking psycho? And kind of stupid? And a killer shot?" Any cognizant person not in the military would be telling him how great he's doing, not messing around with his head all the time. Not even out of kindness, just to spare the world another McVeigh. He's got a crack through him you can see from a billion miles away and it has to do with this stuff: manhood, weirdness about being out in all this, feeling left out even when he's not, and being unacquainted with reality on a basic level in the first place. Whatever's on the other side of Generation Kill, that's Trombley.