Not every branch needs crayons. Some just need a fistful of salt, a shitload of sarcasm, and a goddamn boatload of "HOOYAH." This one’s for the Navy vets, the fleet freaks, and the salty bastards who earned their sea legs and lost their filter somewhere between the chow line and the ship’s rail. If you’re here for zero fluff and all the grit, this has your name written all over it.
