By Kyle | October 13, 2011
Hardcore, battle-tested, iron-willed jarheads are getting their eyebrows sculpted and tweezed like fashion models. Oy.
It was just last month that it suddenly dawned on Lt. Col. Jerry Turner, commander of 3rd Squadron, 4th Cavalry Regiment, at Shinwar, that some young men under his command had eyebrows shapelier than Nature intended.
Lt. Col. Turner dismisses the trend as one of those kids-these-days mysteries of a younger generation. A tall 43-year-old from Sacramento, with an aw-shucks grin and free-range brows, the colonel just shakes his head when he spots pruned arches beneath camouflage caps.
“I don’t get it, I just don’t get it,” he says. “And you’re not going to get me to get it.”
Stories like this one make the promise of death a little more gentle. Really, who wants to be around as all of this plays out?