Maybe Max Boot would better understand the rationale for luxury goods and familiar foods on army bases if he were actually a soldier, rather than an armchair pundit with a fetish for the intoxicating musk of wartime masculinity. So much as his considered analysis of the vulnerabilities of Cinnabon's supply chain underscores his laudable commitment to spartan efficiency on the part of people who aren't him, it's a little rich to gravely warn the troops that their enemies aren't drinking lattes when our 35 years olds, of which Max Boot is one, aren't volunteering for battle.
