A friend of mine is a CLEO and is in a reserve ADA unit who gave me this. There is a bit more that i haven't posted. I get the feeling that a few folks are just a bit bitter.
[b]I am an army of one:[/b]
I am the 18-24y/o being targeted by this new marketing concept, the very embodiement of "whats in it for me." The legacy of the poitically correct years. It's OK to be immoral and a pervert, and if a warrior tries to mold me too vigorously into something that resembles a warrior that will protect and defend against enemies both foreign and domestic, I'll tell my congressperson! Besides, we never have any ammo to even qualify once a year with weapons that may or may not work.
[b]I am an army of one:[/b]
Teamwork? My chain of command consists of Me, Myself and I. I'm destined to be a dot-com millionaire. Just give me all that college money, and take it easy on the discipline stuff. Don't even think about raising your voice to me. Love that "time out" command I can use anytime regardless of rank confronting me. And when divisions of Chinese are racing towards my outpost like rabid Lemmings, I'll pack my Task-Force-Smith smellin' behind back to Milaukee for some rap and tap beer.
[b]I am an army of one:[/b]
Concepts like duty, honor, and country are passe'. If it involves sacrifice of my individuality to become part of a team, I'll punch out and spend the rest of my life hanging out with my Microsoft employee slacker buddies in Seattle, speaking in learned tones about an unforunate period in my life when I endured the indignities of military service. Oh, the PAtton movie? Haven't seen it. Go out for my wounded buddy? No way, I might get hurt. Attack a fortified position? Uh, uh! Let someone bomb it if they can hit it. Let the girls do it for a change.