Not only that, the SOB lets out loud body gas noises at Sunday Mass, puts tape on cats' paws and has been know to steal other soldiers trapdoors so they can catch hell from their sergeants while his pristine low number Krag rests comfortably on the cot away from prying eyes.   :D

While we're on the subject he has been know cast leering looks at ugly women (as if he had any kind of chance with them pffft) in the hopes the beer goggles won't fail him.  ;)

Hell!  I bet he even brags, BRAGS, about how much .30-40 ammo and brass he has squirreled away for the coming Rapture.  And don't get me going on how that rascal seems to know whether it is rainy or sunny outside.  :o

Geez.  The tents a mess, wrong kind of rifle,  He sure is a mess.  :(