Jack of Harts

Every Marine on Marine Corps Air Station Yuma learned to hate their base commander as the Second Great Depression ran them into the ground. Literally. With the budget cuts slashing his ability to keep the F-35Bs in the air, he ordered his Marines on double physical training duty. He led them into hell every morning, denying them even the chance to hate him for not putting himself through it as well, including the morning of the surprise drug cartel attack. They came from the sun at daybreak, expecting to find an airbase filled with pilots, mechanics, clerks, and other Rear Echelon Marginal Fighters that would be ripe for the pickings. They found a base of angry Marines looking for someone to vent their hate on. Most could not claim marksman status, but months of physical training had at least driven the basics back into their hindbrains. The drug cartels did not enjoy the success they expected.