Some old codger offers advice to some wannabe mercenaries, and I can’t argue with a single thing he says. Sample:
“You’ve got no idea what road you are starting down. Romance and idealism wears off really fast when you’re lying in a pool of your own blood trying to stuff your intestines back into your torn abdomen.”
It’s the thing which sometimes keeps me awake at night: not that I’m the guy on the ground, but that I might be the cause of it.
This will be the very first July 4th I’ve ever spent outside the U.S., and I find myself with mixed feelings.
Of course, Over Here the day is nothing special, and given the reason behind the day’s festivities, I hesitate to rub the nose of my host country in the loss of its greatest colony. Still:
I miss the 4th. I miss the parades, the patriotism, the July 4th TV shows and the Revolutionary War parades that are all over the place. So, from all the way over The Pond, and from one of your most grateful adopted citizens:
Happy Birthday, America.
Y’all have a hot dog and some BBQ for me today. And if anyone says anything ugly about the U.S.A., I give you my full and unconditional endorsement to kick his ass.