Memorial Day, my ass

Remember the dead soldiers, yeah, right. Well, excuuuuuuuse me, but what the fuck are soldiers supposed to do if not die? That's their fucking job. Someone's got to get out there and take the shrapnel in the gut, and it sure as fuck aint gonna be my pussy licking little daughter. I'm sick of the whining and the complaining, we got no armor, we got no telefuckingcommunications, we got no leadership, we got no plans. Get a life, dickforbrains. You are there to die. We sent you there to die. If you could get a real job, would you be in the army? I don't think so. So shut the fuck up and get out on that boobytrapped road. Then we can remember you. Whoever the fuck you are.