I remember Najaf, Iraq. The officers handled it magnificently. I did not realize it until later. The worlds largest cemetery.
“Stop screwing around,” said the Imam, in English, purportedly, “in my Mosque!”
They did. Then an enemy militia had started a ruckus, and we had a little rustle in the then second-largest graveyard in the world.
I had 100 best friends back then. Brass? Not nearly as many. And they have one who’s boss.
“What if he (they) die in there!”
Lonrifles. For Corpsman.
Whatever It Takes.