March, 1999. Naval Special Warfare Training Center Coronado, California. 

“What in thee fuck are you fucking looking at you female fuck? You think you’re going to get some special fucking treatment and pronoun recognition around here fuck face? Don’t count on it one God damn second you waste of fucking sperm,” said the line backer sized black instructor with crazy eyes.

“Hooyah instructor Yetka,” she replied.

Hooyah could mean many things as she’d come to learn.