In the crucible of war and covert operations, two larger-than-life figures, Brandon Herrera and Billy Waugh, forged an unbreakable bond that spanned decades and continents. From the jungles of Vietnam to the deserts of Sudan and the mountains of Afghanistan, their exploits blended daring heroics with irreverent humor. This is the tale of their legendary partnership, a saga of courage, camaraderie, and the kind of friendship that thrives in the face of danger.

It was June 6, 1944—or so Brandon Herrera thought as he stumbled out of the landing craft, boots sloshing into the icy surf after a long day drinking and filming “Tiny Guns” in a period-correct WWII uniform. The first soldier off the boats, they’d later call him, though “soldier” might’ve been generous for a man three Bud Lights deep and clutching a half-empty White Claw like it was his last will and testament. The invasion of Normandy was underway, and Private Herrera was ready to liberate France, one .45 slug at a time.