and you run into a guy from marine s-3 , the supply guys , and they say you can catch a rack with them tonight and you go back to the humvee and start to unload your gear and you can see that mr. holden is about sold out and there is one big pimple red faced marine standing there and he says wheres the fuck books and mr. holden says we dont stock them anymore and he says why the hell not and mr. holden says the navy stopped selling them and he says oh fuck sure we can haul our asses thousands of fucking miles and sit in these godforsaking holes in the motherfucking desert and we got nothing to whack off with and mr. holden kind of smiles and says dont blame me i got nothing to do with it and another marine a big white guy says you whack off too much anyhow like you need a fuck book and the pimple faced guy says its my dick and i can wash it as fast as i want bitch and they all laugh and mr. holden laughs too , just a little .