So, it's my daughters 2nd b-day. The house is covered in decorations. We're doing story-time and my 4 month old son starts mouthing out "Love you". This is his first attempt at speaking. I'm fairly proud of this because my 3 year olds first word was "cookie" (leveraged in an uncomfortable public setting against a person with skin slightly different than hers, and without any implication of malice or knowledge of the words use in racial slurs).....and my 2 year old's first was "fuck". So, improvement. I'm starting to get the hang of raising children. (Or my son has learned early that a silver tongue gets you what you want, either way, I'm proud)
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
