Observation of the day: Went to the VA this morning (just because I miss waiting around for extended periods of time for no apparent reason) and as I approached the main info desk, I noticed an old school hardfuck with a small Nam ribbon pin on his polo and a medium sized skull tatted on his forearm (the fact that the shadow of his balls were making souls stand at parade rest was also a giveaway on the fact that he was indeed: a hardfuck) and some young kid manning the desk. As I was pulling out my ID, the young one was way deep into spilling all these fobbit war stories to the old man (Do you even slay bro?) and the salt dog just sat there, grinned, and nodded his head in order to entertain the poor bastard, when in reality, he was probably thinking about all the commie bodies he stacked up in the bush, the endless collection of ear necklaces still in his seabag, and the constant harassment of the Grim Reaper himself as to why he took his job.....all the while one word resonated in his head....BOOT.
Point of all this? The past generation warriors have been through worse and fought with alot less, and are humble despite the fact. They are proud of our generation and respect us, and at times even more so than you're closest relative. So, instead of telling your stories, you should be listening to theirs...my 2 cents anyways. #zerofucks #nofucks #stayzero