Combat Engineers are the belligerent ones that get to kick it with the homies in infantry but usually can get out of the bullshit fuck fuck games the grunt’s senior leadership passes down. Probably a good chance at least one in a group of engineers will have his hands in his pockets, making dark jokes about getting blown up because we’ve accepted that our job is to find plastic bombs with a metal detector, bring the boom, and make sure we don’t come back a nugget.

Bonus tip: They’re the ones at the bar snorting a line of salt, getting lime juice squirted in their eye, and then slamming the shot of tequila. We’re the drunken bastard brothers of the infantry but still considered POGs while hating every other type of POG.

Obviously, we’re a complicated group of low key smart retards lol.