This Uriah the Hittite, the Hireling, the Hessian. He could not. Sleeping on the cold stone floor. By the gate, with the servants. I got him drunk.
Drunken men lose their integrity.
Uriah got drunk. But he would not go. The ark is in a tent, not his ark my ark , our ark. His master Joab warred. His warrior-buddies slept in open fields.