Listen, I know Brad is the Ultimate Dad™, but there’s something about the way Nate tells him to take Christeson and Stafford because “they need some experience” that just….gets me.
The look that goes across Nate’s face when Ray says pretty much anything around him. Which is clearly the bridge between him thinking ‘what the fuck?’ and ‘oh god, don’t laugh.’
Despite the frictions, Fick believes in the men he commands. “I have the best platoon,” he says repeatedly. Away from his men, Fick cannot talk about them without smiling.
I am really passionate about the fact that Nate Fick has the ability to look like an actual cinnamon roll angel while verbally destroying the FUCK out of Casey Kasem.
get you someone that looks at you the way brad colbert looks at nate fick
Sergeant Colbert’s Team One would be divided into Team One Alpha and Team One Bravo, each in its own Humvee. Sergeant Espera would control Team One Bravo, operating effectively as a fourth team within the platoon. Colbert’s armored Humvee would carry four Marines. Espera would have five Marines riding in his open Humvee. Sergent’s Patrick’s team, trimmed by one, would consist of five men in a vehicule. Sergeant Lovell’s arrangement was the same. Navy HM2 “Doc” Tim Bryan, our corpsman, was one of Lovell’s five. Wynn and I would ride in the only Humvee without a heavy machine gun. For protection,we relied on Corporal Evan Stafford, nominally the platoon communicator, and Private First Class John Christeson, our nineteen-year-old special equipment NCO, who was not an NCO and had no special equipment.
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