They can wake up wrapped in a Confederate flag soaked with their own vomit, the imprint of their gun on the side of their face; a vague feeling that they'd been fighting someone or something, there might have been rainbows?
It's all a bit hazy. There had definitely been some kind of enemy though, they were sure of it.
Oh well, best just to get cleaned up, find somewhere to store all these weapons, cans of food and toilet rolls and never speak of the whole business ever again.