Zero Hour (Expeditionary Force, #5)

by Craig Alanson

Marine Corps doesn’t much care whether you’re having a good morale day or not.

“Joe, this is like rednecks-on-meth stupid. This is stupid on the level of a buck-naked Florida redneck crashing his stolen truck into a police station to complain that the meth he bought isn’t,

When you make a plan, the universe chuckles and rubs its hands with delight, because it has another golden opportunity to screw with you.”

terrible idea is the best one.

“Joe,” he sighed, “is it possible for you to get any dumber?” “You want me to try?”

“Oh, great. My best ally is a barrel of monkeys. Somebody, please, shoot me now.”

“Hate is a powerful motivator.

What bloody else can go wrong today?”

I used to think your talent was finding creative solutions to problems. But now I see your true calling is making people, including me, hate you. Your

“It’s because the universe is punishing you, Joe,” Skippy said gleefully. “Really, the universe is mad at itself, but it is taking it out on you.”

When an infantry soldier hears the word ‘opportunity’ it is almost never a good thing.”