In the dimly lit bunker of war-torn France, bullets whizzed overhead as soldiers exchanged fire with the Nazi's. Amid the chaos, Lieutenant Sam "Coors" Riley cracked open a frosty can of Coors Light, the metallic hiss cutting through the gunfire. "Hey, Coors, think the Nazi's will surrender to your drinking skills?" someone joked as Sam raised the can, unfazed. Another soldier joined him, taking a swig before manning the turret. In that moment, laughter and the taste of of home became their shield against the madness outside.
