Masha gave the woman a glare.  Obviously, no matter how careful she'd been in her choice of words, the Sergeant was in no mood.<br/><br/>"Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you skinny bitches—I am not your mother and I don’t have any boots or fucking feld rations, so go choke yourselves. Let me tell you what we’ve got and you can fucking pick from that, all right? We’ve got some nice used men’s uniforms that won’t ft.  We have a God-damned airplane in a packing crate and no time to assemble it. We’ve got endless fucking shovels for some reason. Ask me for anything else and I will shit on your mother."<br/><br/>She glanced over the rest of us, giving us the stink eye.