After viewing "Black Hawk Down" this evening whilst enjoying a few brews and a crappy cigar that was forced upon me, I was stricken with an urge to re-up. While i admit i am an adrenline junkie, the main thought that ran thru my head was how we all worked towards a common goal, whether it was as simple as unloading ammo at the practice range to guarding my buddies back patrolling. And just the other day i learned that my old division sent troops over to towel-head country, I almost feel like it is my duty to go back in. Any of ya'll out there ever feel like that?
I guess you could call me a peacetime veteran as i never was involved in any operation where i was under fire, came close quite a few times though. But I digress, it's late and im drunk.