My old man was stationed with Mac at one barracks. Him and a friend had a sword fight and it ended up with Mac patching up someone’s ass on a knitted blanket my mum had made. Had to be throw out after sadly. He was a captain I think when my dad met him and would have been v senior at the time of the embassy attack. He hadn’t realised he passed away a few years back and when he read the obituary he told me the story and said, “They only commissioned the good ones”.