He must be fighting Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos (took me like 40 tries).
I feel like war movies and stories always talk about “the war.” There’s always some grand battle or conflict that most of the screen time is devoted to, but realistically Marines are only at war for about 1/4 of an enlistment (if at all). I spent 4 years in the Marine Corps as an infantryman, and only 1 year of that was spent in Iraq.
The rest? Well when we weren’t in the field, we were in the barracks, and crazy shit was happening pretty much all of the time.
In boot camp, you spend the first few nights trying to sleep through Drill Instructors screaming at recruits for hours into the morning. They say this is to prepare you for war, but really it’s to prepare you to be able to ignore drunk Marines pounding on your door at 1:30am for no apparent reason. You learn to phase it out and ignore it, able to carry on your relatively normal night without blinking an eye at the insanity going on on the catwalk behind you.
Then there’s always that one douchebag that listens to his music super loud and leaves his barracks door open, because apparently everyone needs to hear his shitty taste in music.
No one cares, drunk music guy. Close your fucking door.