You can always tell a Marine has been on the range by the kisses left on their necks from the hot brass of their battle-buddy’s rifle. The scars from spent casings flying directly into your neck decorate the skin of many Marines going back generations. It turns out, standing on a line and firing puts your buddy to your right directly in the line of fire for ejected brass from your rifle.

Watch any Marine live-fire range and you’ll eventually see a few unlucky denizens doing the dance of their people.

In other news…

Welcome to the new Terminal Lance!

I wanted to start 2026 fresh with a facelift for the website here. TL 5.0 highlights the latest comic on the front page and, in many ways, is a throwback to the original site. There’s still some adjustments to be made here and there, but take a look around and enjoy your stay.