The fact is about war is if you don't want to be in a battle, then either you were too stupid to not enlist or too brave to sit in a cell for being a coward. Either case, we are here and there is no changing that.
The reason we are here now is, we have either been blessed or lucky, and only God knows if things will hold against all odds or if our time is come for Heaven or hell.
There is not much a Soldier controls. We are told what to wear, where to sleep, when to eat and how to fight. The one thing we do control is how we live and die. That is all we have and it is the only thing you can take from yourself, in either living honorably or dishonorable or dying bravely or a coward.
Whatever war is, it is always the Soldier, as no one cries over broken guns or blown up machines. All you can ever do is your duty, not to your country, your family or to your army, but to yourself. You can do your duty on the ground you hold and take and withdraw from to destroy again. One trigger pull at a time on target does more damage than all the bombs and technology the world will ever produce.
You are here to do one thing and that is to kill to survive, and you do that by killing the enemy one at a time in deliberate, measured fire.
You kill them and you forget about all that war science of one wounded enemy takes two to haul them away. You kill them and when their rescuers come to drag them away, you kill them too, so you have heaps of those bastards calling to all the maggots in the world to come and have a meal at their expense.
You do your duty, so that some goddamned Indian is not going to be lying about you 100 years from now about your having run from your post. You kill enough of those bastards that they will be screeching about how many graves they have dug, instead of worrying about making lies about you.
You kill enough of them and then it is you doing the reciting about what goddamed cowards they are.
You fire one hundred rounds and kill one hundred of these sons of bitches, and all of you do that here, that is ten thousand of them dead, and when you get half that number these fuckers are going to be thanking you for shooting them in the back, so that their children aren't slitting their throats when they run back home for being taunted so much that their fathers are all a bunch of fag cowards.
You take your shot. You kill a son of a bitch every trigger pull and you do your duty as that is what you have control over. It is always your ground you are on. You never give it up. You kill those bastards and make them pay so much, that even in death, you are still a problem on that ground in they are the fuckers grunting trying to roll you off of it as you piss on them one final time.
Do your duty and kill them sons of bitches and live to piss on them, out of camera range so those officers who keep telling you all the things you have to do, can sit back and have another medal on your bravery and not have some reporter bitching about humanitarian warfare when all there is, is war.
Do your duty and kill them sons of bitches.
agtG
