You wipe a spot of mustard from your chin as you choke down another bite of your soggy FRG hot dog. A few feet away a gaggle of Privates are engaged in an epic battle of cornhole, and just like at the range, none of them can hit the broad side of an MRAP. 'Jesus, they're wearing their issued boots.' As you look at your watch for the 7th time, you notice the ketchup on the front of your impossibly-soft Inkfidel MandoFun tee. Conducting a quick check of your five's and twenty-fives, you use your finger to lift it from your shirt and lick the tomatoey goodness off. Publicly, 1SG scolds you for wearing this shirt. Privately, he asks where you bought it. You and Top both know Funishment happens, and as long as you have your trusty 50/50 poly-blended Mandatory Fun Shirt from Inkfidel, everything will be alllllright.