Screen printed on thick, durable American Apparel© 50/50 poly-cotton fleece zip hoodies using a high-mesh screen for a worn, vintage, look. Made in the USA.
Guaranteed to be the softest hoodie in your closet. 100% money-back guarantee- if you are not completely satisfied with your purchase, simply email firstname.lastname@example.org.
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It's 0330 Sunday morning, and you are in formation. The freezing rain stings your neck, your body shivers and you burp shopette whiskey. You look left, right, rage in your eyes... Where is he? Where's the Blue Falcon? The buddy fucker that punched a cab driver? Lucky for him you are wearing your favorite shirt, a vintage style Blue Falcon tee from Inkfidel. The super-soft 50/50 poly-cotton blend snuggles against your skin like a thousand Afghan puppies, and the reinforced collar hugs your neck as if to say 'I am here for you, everything will be alright.' Feeling relaxed you decide to let the other guys clip his wings, you've still got some whiskey waiting at home.View full product details
We all know this guy: he steps out on patrol without a magazine. He can't find his NVGs. He has a pizza box full of cigarette butts under his bed. He married a stripper.
Now you can show your love for these shining examples of military bearing with the 8 Up Military t-shirt from Inkfidel!View full product details
The Jolly Private Diner's 'World Famous' Soup Sandwich. Guaranteed to be Ate Up!
Nothing says sloppy like a Soup Sandwich. Untied boot laces, crooked head gear, no magazine in their rifle....the list goes on and on. Usually these are Army or Marine Corps Privates, Air Force airmen or Navy sailors fresh out of training. They are the bane of their Drill instructors lives and they always end up in your platoon.
The soup sandwich vintage charcoal t-shirt captures that sloppiness in a way never quite seen before! Screen printed without a base layer for that faded and distressed look on high-quality American Apparel 50/50 poly/cotton blend tees. Inkfidel military and veteran t shirts are made in the U.S.A and made to last!
You open the door and a fly immediately lands on your left cheek. You don't even bother swatting, it's been 9 months now and you could care less. You inhale one last gulp of clean air and step into the 105 degree box. You set your baby wipes and magazine on the tiny shelf and look down at the muddy sandal prints framing either side of the seat. Squatters. You do your best to sanitize the area, clear the cliffhangers, and settle in for your morning glory. Beads of sweat roll down your face as you thumb through the tattered and abused pages of the platoon Maxim. 'No, no, maybe, no, hellllooooo beautiful' you mumble as you start to make your move. You are barely 20 seconds into 'reading' when somewhere off in the distance you hear a muffled boom. Perking up, you conduct a short halt, listening carefully, and then it happens. The round impacts just outside the motor pool, not 80 meters from your pleasure palace. Your first instinct is make a dash for the bunker, but you don't. This is your chance. The coveted Combat Jack, it's what separates the men from the boys, and by God, you are getting yours today. As the shells rain down it's hard to tell what's beating faster, your heart or your fist. Even the flies take cover as you race towards the finish, you've never felt so alive. As quickly as it began, the barrage comes to an end as both you and the insurgents are mission complete. Proudly, you step out of into the bright sun, puffing your chest as you strut back to the B-Hut, Maxim tucked neatly under your arm. Yes, you are now a card carrying member of Combat Jack's Gentleman's Club. We meet on Tuesdays for punch and pie.
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