Fight, you pussies, fight

Over and over again I have to keep telling those fuckin grunts to keep fighting. What the fuck is up with that? We're paying them, aren't we? We give them guns. We give them armor, well some of them, a little armor. How much do they need? All they do is whine. We're getting blown up. We're getting shot at. They hate us. Ooooooh, I'm so sad to hear it, fuckwits. If you weren't so fucking stupid, you wouldn't be in the army anyway. You're just meat, don't you get it? Do you think I give a shit if you live or die? I'm getting back on that plane to my ranch in Montana or Wyoming or wherever the fuck it is and leave you here in the shit up to your eyeballs, and guess what, you're just going to have to do it. That's life. I live. You die. Get over it. At least you get to torture the ragheads. What more do you want?