RE: Honor between soldiers/fighters?
November 22, 2016 at 5:19 pm
(This post was last modified: November 22, 2016 at 5:22 pm by AceBoogie.)
(November 22, 2016 at 5:09 pm)Thumpalumpacus Wrote: Operator, I should have thought it would be obvious that you're stereotyping military personnel, given the topic of the thread.Oh, so basically damned if I do damned if I don't? Okay, you're right.
Of course, those throwing around stereotypes rarely understand that that is what they're doing.
I guess no soldiers have ever decided to serve because college wasn't an option for them. I must have just made that up in my head. My bad.
Except that I've literally heard multiple people say that they joined the army because they couldn't make it into a university. One kid told me it was either the Army or a factory and he didn't want to be working in a factory the rest of his life. I'm sure he's very honored to serve his country by default.
Do all soldiers think like this? No. Most probably don't. But to deny that none of our soldiers think this way is a bit ludicrous.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
