An Army grunt stands in the rain with a 35
lb. pack on his back, 15 lb. weapon in hand, after having marched 12 miles, and says,
"This is shit."
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 shit!"
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 shit."
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 shit!"
An Air Force officer sits in an easy chair
in his air conditioned, carpeted BOQ room and says, "The cable's out? What kind of
shit is this?"
