Personally, I did go to Ranger and airborne but it is because I had to in order to get to advanced survival training . They don't tell you that in the recruiting office. Well, really, I volunteered when I was in basic and really got lucky -- they wanted guys with decent surgical skills. But once I got in, I took the medicine as they say. It was not easy -- at all. And it's funny how you get "volunteered" for stuff later that has nothing to do with your MOS, which was really rescue, not total combat. I had my bell rung, got cut, and shot several times and I am back to physical therapy now, dammit. I just cannot imagine someone bragging about that. I guess the military has been my whole life. If they want it so bad, why not just join and find out? It takes a man (or woman these days) to admit failure. I think those RI's passed me just for the shit I took being AF in an Army outfit. And believe me I did.
I have seen SEALs and SF guys in action. They helped me stay alive and they knew I may save theirs someday.They have more socks than I do, anytime. I feel lucky to have just been around them, liked them, and they liked me too. It's a lot of the reason why I have such a tough time with this shit. SO many of them, good men, died. And not gloriously either, like some movie. I keep asking myself: For what? I know you guys look at cemeteries in a totally different way. I do too.
There are others too who have the right to brag and don't. The AF guys who manned the LIMA sites along the HCM trail had a lot of guts. They were TACAN sites that gave the B-52's their bombing accuracy. They were right there in Charlie's backyard and for extended periods. Some of them got killed when they were finally overrun. There were some we never found out what happened. It's like they just went away. And these are old guys too, lifers, in the service for many, many years. I remember picking up a master sarge who was overweight and had bald hair. He had to be at least 40 when we were 19 or 20. He had a wife and kids. Again, for what?
I guess I am going through another round of dreams. I just cannot fathom someone like that. IF they really knew, they would not want to talk about it. I can only talk about it here.
We all might have started out with that kind of glory in our head. But in the end, I think we did it for each other, no matter what we did, what outfit, what service, even what country. We had a roll to play and we did it.
It's too bad there is debris in this world like this kid. That's all he is: debris.
Sorry for the long rant. It's been a while I guess. I thought I was getting better.......f*ck.