Like any group of people living in close proximity for extended periods of time, soldiers tend to develop diseases that then circulate through the community. One of the most disturbing – and least explainable – of these afflictions is the “Army mustache.”
For some reason, someone always gets the idea to grow a stupid little mustache, and others usually catch the idea, which typically only lasts for a few weeks before the victim’s body rejects the facial hair and it mysteriously disappears. Usually it disappears after a long string of cursing and/or itching of the upper lip, and numerous proclamations about how “I’m taking this fucking thing off TODAY.”
I managed to avoid catching this disease during my trip to Iraq, and gave SGT Dock a big line of shit about his, but this time around, I somehow got the bug.
In our case, the latest outbreak started with our instructor, so some of us joined him in dirty-lip solidarity. Check out my collage of us shady bastards (the instructor is in the middle, of course):