I’ve had the pleasure of knowing some of the baddest trigger pulling JDAM laying mofo’s out there. Men who’s sole mission in life was to find, fix, and finish America’s enemies by whatever means necessary. They could give two shits about the latest Gucci camo pattern. They didn’t talk about their WOD or PR because it didn’t matter. You were able to ruck the fuck up and do the job or you weren’t. They used weapons that were beat to shit and had a rattle can paint-job. They also knew exactly how to run those guns no matter the situation.
You know what they cared about? What they talked about in those quite moments when they weren’t bringing the hate to the enemies of our nation?
Their daughter’s latest softball game. Their wife back home and pregnant with their first son. The trivial things most of us take for granted.
Take your rocktape, your advanced asymmetric combat camouflage, and your dynamic operational training evolution course and fuck off.
All that is nonsense and won’t matter if you can’t sort yourself out and learn the fundamentals, develop the will to win no matter what, and realize why you’re fighting. What makes it worthwhile and gives you the fuel to keep going when every fiber of your being is saying stop.
And FFS act like a man and not a prissy little bitch.