Choose Life!

[Spartan]

Choose the Army.
Choose a MOS.
Choose Option 40.
Choose a family of insane comrades.
Choose a teamleader who wants to smoke your ass 24/7.
Choose waking up at 5:30 and running eight miles before 7:00 at an insane rate of speed.
Choose doing flutterkicks until you force the other poor bastards to puke.
Choose friends who want to carry as much ammo into combat as their thigh muscles and knees will bear.
Choose a rucksack which weighs 95 pounds and a 35 pound machinegun.
Choose stickers for your truck which says ‘Fuck with my shit and Die!’
Choose drinking beer in the barracks and pissing out the windows.
Choose a big fucking television in your barracks Room purchased with jump pay.
Choose washing machines in a little room down the hall.
Choose cars, trucks and motorcycles, compact disc players and DVDs.
Choose an amplifier and speakers loud enough to bother people across the Quad.

Choose the mind-numbing fuckfaces in the civilian world who can’t make a decision to save their lives. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose working in a cubicle doing the same damned boring routine every day of your life. Choose pushing buttons on a fucking keyboard and responding to same drivel of human waste everyday. Choose cutting lawns, selling used cars or responding to some boss who will harass you about punching a clock two minutes late. Choose some other time-consuming waste of talent. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose that life. I chose something else…

I chose living life on the edge, feeling the rush of riding exposed on little birds, feeling the blast of air from exiting an aircraft at well over 100 miles per hour, blowing claymore mines and shooting 300 rounds of linked ammo in only 90 seconds, parachuting into another nation and not knowing what to expect next, making my way through the dark in some miserable excuse for a jungle or walking 40 miles in a day until the skin on my heels are completely gone and the rub of my boots would make lesser men cry.

And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got a Creed and fellow Rangers at your side?

[Parabellum]

And it is legal to kill people. :D

[Silverback]

Lots and lots of people

[Vee]

Good one Spartacus.

[IntelToad]

Nice one Renton, or would you be more like Begby ? :D :D

[Kilted Heathen]

Begby!He's a fuckin' Begby

[Smiddy]

Brother Spartan, that made me fucking teary-eyed!

All DEPs thinking about the 18X plan should read this post. Do yourselves a favor and follow Spartan's advice. Then after at least 4 years, talk to your SF recruiter. You have to be a Warrior before you become a Warrior diplomat.

I almost want to turn in my long tab and go back as a tabbed SPC.

[AbnRgr289]

Damn, reading that almost made my dick hard! Good post Spartan!

[Steadfast]

Wow, all I can think about is that I wanna be an Airborne Ranger.




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[RiserBurn]

Fuck....that made me want to go back in.

[Poetryisdeath]

I remember the first time I'd read this post. I have one copy posted in my locker at school, and another posted on my PC's tower. Thank you, Ranger Spartan.

[Hoover]

That......was Fucking Hooah Ranger!!!

[chkray]

Lots and lots of people

You mean, it's not legal now??? I'm supposed to stop - just like that??

Damn, if I knew that, I woulda stayed in!


Good post, Spart. It makes all those cold, wet, tired, injured, miserable times almost seem romantic! :D