He had just got done with a small training course. The heat of Fire Bass Phoenix was excruciating, the hot sun of Afghanistan beating down on him. He wiped a bead of sweat from his sunburned forehead as he walked the perimeter of the base with his brother (or sister) in arms, who is also his closest companion in this war torn world.

“It’s as hot as a donkey’s asshole here. My balls are melting in my pants.” He scoffed sarcastically.