General Norman Schwarzkopf was originally discussing the next battle plan with his staff.
Upon hearing about the brawl in the canteen, he felt a sense of dread and hurried over with his people.
If this wasn't handled well, it could greatly undermine his authority as the leader, but if the response was too harsh, the already unruly subordinates would likely become even more indolent.
Norman Schwarzkopf himself was already flustered; back home he weighed around 200 pounds, but now it was up to 230!
"Who the F*** arranged for Spaniards and Mexicans to eat in the same canteen?" he fumed at his aide.
Everyone looked around, confused. Wasn't this all under your control?
With a sullen face, Norman Schwarzkopf headed towards the canteen. Just as he was about to bellow in anger upon seeing the chaos inside, whoosh—
A plate flew out of nowhere, smashing directly onto his head.
"F***ing hell!"