The Bro Hug

I get it: you and the other members of your unit are a band of brothers. You have deployed together, endured long stretches of boredom and been in some fucked up situations that most Americans can never fathom. You are bonded for life.

Having said that, is it really necessary to wrap your arms around your brothers and loudly serenade them for an entire concert, only coming up for air when it is time to get another round of drinks?

The Bro Hug is a ritual that is alive and well in Jacksonville, particularly amongst the active duty military population. The bar scene most nights are rampant sausage fests (see Exhibit A above, taken at Hooligan's this past Friday night). Perhaps it is the lack of female companionship or the feelings of displacement after returning from a recent deployment that leads so many men to pound Jagermeister, throw their arms over another's shoulder and sing songs off key and at the top of their lungs before dissolving in to a simpering mess of "I fucking love you man!" Either get a girlfriend or get a room... enough of the Bro Hug.