When I was in the Stumps in '88, and saw the SEALs from Coronado living la vida loca in 100% kit-bashed manner (showers, an open-sided bar, etc), I went back and asked, "Hey, Gunny, what the heck can we do to get the cool stuff the SEALs got?"
It turned into the Sgt Major telling us, "If y'all can do it, and I don't hear about how it came about, great. If I have to apologize for any of you knuckleheads, you'll be doing a 20-mile forced march in MOPP-4."
We were living in luxury inside of a week. Never had to do that MOPP-4 march. :o)
Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows...