We were on a small OP of the Afghan/Pak border and our SNAP (the thing that gave us network/non-radio comms, IE secret internet) overheated and went down. We were taking contact every day so this was a big deal. There was like 14 of us on the OP and nobody knew how to fix it, all we had was TACSAT so they couldn't clog up the net to talk us through how to fix it. So they Blackhawk'ed in the supremely fat Air Force E3 to fix it. He had no idea what he was getting into and sucked so bad at his job he literally broke the dish even worse. So they had to chopper civilians to fix it. He told us in no uncertain terms "keep that Air Force idiot away from this thing" and trained one of our tech savvy guys on how to work the thing. Nobody wanted to come pick up this kid, as we figured they sent him to us to get him out of their hair, so he was stuck on the OP. So the Platoon Sergeant put him to work on details and guard (supervised, of course).
One night we were unloading slings that had been dropped to us, trying to get everything squared away of the LZ into the OP before morning when we'd get shot at. There was a big ass pile of sandbags that we weren't going to be able to get to.
SGT TL "Hey Sergeant, what are we going to do about this pallet of sandbags?"
SFC PSG "Get that Air Force kid, shit. What's his name? You know, the fat one that cries every time we get in contact and makes me want to slap the life out of him. Make him carry that shit, I am sick and tired of him drinking all of our ripits, eating all the good MREs, and not contributing anything. If he doesn't want to get sold to the Afghans for butthole pleasure he needs to pay some rent and start pulling his weight"
SGT TL "The fat worthless Air Force guy? Nimrossa. He's standing right behind you."
Nimrossa (sniffling) "And I heard everything you said!"
SFC PSG "Well then good, I don't have to repeat myself."