This one’s for the warriors who spent more nights in a plywood hooch than their own damn bed. This bad boy screams freedom, frustration, and months of no-touchy stacked into one explosive load. Remind the world that deployed dick is built different. It's forged in the fires of boredom, MRE gas, and the crushing weight of government-issued celibacy. Wear it if: You’ve ever had a girl say, “Whoa, where’ve you been all my life?” and you replied, “Iraq.”
