A Team MOS Humor – Everybody gets a bite.
18A – The Officer
“The Team Leader is like a hood ornament—useless in the jungle, but makes the truck look official.”
18A: Fluent in PowerPoint and confusion. Just don’t let him touch demo or comms.
18B – The Weapons Sergeant
“If it kills, 18B can use it. If it doesn’t, he’ll rig it to.”
Only guy who can make an IED out of duct tape, chewing gum, and bad intentions.
18C – The Engineer
18C can build a bridge, blow it up, then blame the 18B for improper placement.
He doesn’t carry tools. He is the tool.
18D – The Medic
“You’re not hurt unless the 18D says you are. And even then, it’s probably just dehydration.”
18D: Equal parts trauma surgeon, pharmacist, and witch doctor. Can start an IV blindfolded, drunk, in a hailstorm.
18E – The Comms Guy
“18E spends 80% of the mission setting up gear, 20% swearing at it.”
He can bounce a signal off the moon, but can’t get a call out of the DFAC at Bragg.
18F – The Intel Sergeant
“Knows everything… two days after it happens.”
The guy who says, ‘I assessed the situation,’ while we’re still getting shot at.
18Z – The Team Sergeant
“If SF was a religion, the 18Z is the pissed-off Old Testament God.”
The guy who tells the ODA, ‘This ain’t a democracy—it’s a dictatorship. And I’m the mayor of pain.’
180A – The Warrant
“Looks like he’s been on every mission since Vietnam—and maybe he has.”
Nobody knows what he does. But when the world ends, he’ll still be standing there, brewing coffee in a rusty percolator.