The shallow cheers from a safe distance, the misunderstanding of the warrior mindset, and the truth. If the shoe don't fit, you will damn sure know a foot that it would.
The foundation of the gunslinger world. A piece to praise the maniacs who often take the hardest hits during war, and live the wildest lives during peace.
Eventually, you will be brought to a moment in time where you will have to make a decision. Maybe it will be in freezing water, as you get pounded by six foot breakers and you don’t know how you are going to make it for three more hours or even three more minutes. Maybe it will be in a sweltering jungle, covered in tics and beyond exhaustion, as you try to re-adjust the hundred pound ruck on your back and wonder how you are going to make it four more clicks.
Too many veterans are taking their cues from Hollywood. Movies typecast veterans as ticking time bombs, crazed, damaged, and broken people who are ready to explode in a violent rage at the slightest provocation. No one ever makes a movie about the veteran entrepreneur helping other vets. No one ever talks about the innovations and assets veterans have provided to society. All anyone seems to be able to focus on is the “movie version” of veterans.
We come from many different places. Different parents, families, experiences, branches of service, MOS, etc., but we share a strong bond. This understanding can be appreciated in different ways.
Bangalore the bureaucracy. Some help to veterans - by a veteran - who has been there, done that, and got the T-shirt.
Inciting online riots, dragging people into your beefs/shit talking sessions, and complaining about shit from sun up to sun down in no way constitutes productivity nor is it a worthy reflection of our veteran community. Fucking stop
This is the hardest truth in training. There are so many shooters with a self perception that is far different from reality.
YOU KNOW WHO NEEDS THIS SHARED ON THEIR PAGE, WE ALL HAVE THEM.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow! What a Ride!”