Sixta's still screaming about the grooming standard to set up some stuff later in the episode, and Q-Tip says "Screwby" like a billion times because that's his entire personality is just saying that word, and so he says it and it means the grooming standard is stupid and lame, and then he says it again to Sixta's horrible fucking Cotton Hill face and this time it means the other thing, that the grooming standard is awesome, and Sixta yells about how he "wants to see clean purty smiles before we step off" and they all just kind of wait for him to shut up and go away, then burst into laughter. I admire their composure. He makes me feel like the possibility of laughter is no longer within the A-O: only rage. Rage and gay jokes.
Brad comes back to the Humvee and they have a really long talk about shitting, shitting consistency, shitting experiences that they have had, all the cock that's been stuffed up Ray's little bitch asshole, et cetera. Espera notes, as though he has invented the wheel -- or I guess fire -- that the Marines are kind of homoerotic. Just a tad, Poke. "It's all we talk about. You ever realize how homoerotic this whole thing is?"
Rather than staring into that abyss with him, they all ... go back to being whatever the opposite of homoerotic is, and Gunny Wynn comes looking for Iceman, since Brad never called Nate back due to Ray having ADD and Captain America being a douchetard. "Oh shit, homes. I forgot to tell you, he was on the radio for you." Brad shoots daggers at Ray, causing a bunch of apologies, and then takes off.
Wynn makes small talk with Garza about life in the turret, standing all day. "I'm Mexican. Too hard to feel nothing from that. I got retard strength." Now that's strong! Wynn tells them they're going to 25% watch for the night, so three people on each vehicle get to snatch some z's. "Sleep?" whines Trombley. "What kind of fucked-up war is this?" Trombley makes me tired. Go to sleep, little fella. He looks just like an angel when he sleeps. Deadly little white trash sharpshooting psychopathic angel.
Nate and Brad watch the planes fly over and Nate worries: the casevac has been going back and forth all night. "Sir, the fucking Army declared Nasiriyah secured," Brad says. "It was on the net." Nate points out that the constant explosions and artillery would suggest that the Army is mistaken.
"Hey, reporter!" Evan and Ray are lying on the ground, and Ray tells him to flip over and make sure his cock's touching the ground when the tank goes by: "It feels fucking great! Come on, do it!" Evan thinks about it, and then rolls over just as the tank comes closer. It seems to do the trick. It's nice having friends, like, the kind of friends you can roll over and have tank sex with the ground in front of and they don't even think it's weird. Hell, they'll join in. That's the kind of friendship that lasts.