When we started recording friendly fire back in the spring of 2017 we didn't really have a plan for it or a home for it or any kind of timeline for its debut

We just liked the idea of doing a war movie podcast together and maybe didn't have a plan beyond that.

I don't think we expected to record for months before we premiered, but by the time friendly fire appeared in your podcatchers in January of 2018,

we already had several months of back catalog in the can.

As anyone in media can attest, having a trove of unreleased material is like having a cupboard full of canned soup.

Or for you sports fans, it's like having three flasks of brown liquor taped to your calves.

We used up that buffer over the next couple of years, taking vacations and getting into

tumultuous and ultimately gratifying, but alas, somewhat ill-fated affairs with carpentry bloggers

who lived in Palm Desert such that earlier this year we had almost no buffer at all.

Nerveracking, to say the least.

So we kicked it into gear and recorded 10 shows a week until we built our cushion back.

But that luxury comes at a price, like all luxury.

Except this price isn't paid in pieces of silver or in your tarnished filthy leuker

earned at the expense of an exploited working class. It's a price paid in sometimes forgetting having ever watched

a movie in the first place.

I don't think it's an indictment of any one particular movie that three or four months later I only recall some mistrouted details like wasn't Markie Mark in this movie I could swear that he was

Maybe it is an indictment of the film.

I don't remember.

The point is that Ben or Adam wrote this particular intro.

I'm not sure which, and I can't tell anymore because they've stopped

using their homey regional vernaculars of Kirkland, Washington and East Bay Private

School. Suffice to say, this well-written and professional intro is full of cleverly

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