Medicine in the military is a funny thing. One great and enticing benefit of serving an enlistment is the free medical.
The bennies bring all the boys to the yard.
Unfortunately, even though we all love Doc, “free medical” usually consists of an all-you-can-eat supply of “Motrin” and straws to suck it the fuck up. If you do get to BAS and make it through the cadre of bored Corpsmen to the point that you actually get to see a doctor, he’ll likely give you a once over, call you a pussy, and send you on your way.
Upon second consideration though, maybe this is how medical care should be for everyone. My fiancee is British and works at the NHS, so I’ve gotten quite the earful of stories of lazy fucks who clog up the emergency room for a common cold to get some free ibuprofen (which is cheap and available over the counter). A random aside, but true nonetheless.
Still though, we love Doc, even though he’s gay.
Doc is always gay.
Anyway, this is one of those strips I wrote a long ass time ago that sat around in my sketchbook. I’ve mentioned it before but I do that all the time. I come up with comics that I’ll never use, because by the time I get around to doing it, it’s no longer funny to me since I’ve already heard the joke in my head so many times.
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