They were the cream, the most highly motivated young soldiers in the generation, selected to fit the army's ideal. We knew each other better than most brothers did. We've been drunk together, gotten into fights, slept in jungles, jumped out of airplanes, climbed mountains, swim through rivers with crocodiles, baked, frozen and starved together, passed countless bored hours, teased one another about girlfriends and stirring shit, partied hard get drunk again and falling asleep or pissing off some club bouncers. Some of us had tasted failures. But there were no goof-offs. Every one of us had worked to be here, probably harder than he'd ever worked in his life. Beneath our regimental act, most were achingly earnest and idealistic. Literally taken up the quote that says "If not now, when? If not you, who?" more often than the famous "For honour and glory.
I miss you guys.
