I’m just gonna start by saying that I think I just single-handedly taught about 30,000 Marines how to correctly spell “Reveille” (pronounced “Revley”).
Taking a step back from it all, I decided to try and focus more on what Terminal Lance was originally intended to be. An infantry-based comic about the nuances of everyday grunt life. I feel like I get kind of distracted with deadlines and larger scale items that I have, as of late, been losing touch with what this comic is supposed to be. Terminal Lance was supposed to be the inside jokes, the bullshit, the funny shit, the shit. That isn’t to say I can’t talk about other things as well, but I’m going to really try and delve back into the world of the Lance Corporal–a world I’ve been absent from for over a year now.
More on point, I think we all can understand Abe’s frustration here. Every morning in the field, in those wee-hours of dawn, there’s always the boot that pulled last firewatch that has to wake everyone up. This dubious task is accomplished in a number of ways, but 90% of the time Marines tend to take the term “sound Reveille” a bit more literally than they should. They do, quite literally, yell the word “Reveille” repeatedly until everyone is awake. Reveille, for those of you that don’t know, is the song you hear in every 90’s military movie ever made, as well as horse races or something.