An Army grunt stands in the rain with a 35-pound pack on his back, 15
lb. weapon in hand, after having marched 12 miles, and says,
"This is s**t!"
An Army Airborne Ranger stands in the rain with a 45 lb. pack on his
back, weapon in hand, after having jumped from an airplane and marched
18 miles, and says with a smile,
"This is good s**t!"
A Navy SEAL lies in the mud, 55 LB pack on his back, weapon in hand,
after swimming 10 miles to shore, crawling through a swamp and marching
25 miles at night past the enemy positions, says with a grin,
"This really is great s**t."
A Marine, up to his nose in the stinking, bug infested mud of a swamp
with a 65 LB pack on his back and a weapon in both hands after jumping
from an aircraft at high altitude, into the ocean, swimming 12 miles to
the shore, killing several alligators to enter the swamp, then crawling
30 miles through the brush to assault an enemy camp, says,
"I love this s**t."
The Air Force NCO sits in an easy chair in an air-conditioned office,
"My e-mail's out? What kind of s**t is this?"
Be who you are & say what you will,
Those that matter won't mind and those that mind don't matter.
I'm a bitter clinger, One Nation Under God.