These days, I am reminded of a time I spent in a country where the precariousness of the situation wasn’t allowed to dilute the purpose.
Half of the country wanted us dead and the other half didn’t give a shit. It weighed.
What mitigated our situation somewhat, was the fact that we were trained for our mission. We could anticipate threat. We understood consequences.
We had each other’s back.
All the drills, forced marches, grass drills and hours of target practice readied us for war.
Today, we are faced with a different type of precariousness and a purpose that is driven by survival, in our own country.
By an enemy we don’t understand.
We don’t even know what it wants. We don’t have spies.
As a country, we are knocked on our heels. As physical specimens, we are almost defenseless.
We don’t provide mandatory fitness training in in this country, but it is never too late.
Television, computer screens, fast food and automobiles are wiping us out because we are atrophying.
We are slouching into extinction.
For most of us, because of our lack of resilience, poor health and skyrocketing obesity, our resistance to disease is down around our ankles.
If ducks could sit.
When I look at this picture it reminds me of a time when everyone was locked and loaded. There was no panic.
There was grim, educated, determination.
We knew we had an enemy, and if we had to engage, we would do what we were trained for…kill or be killed.
Today, no one’s on the same page our information is scattershot and we are being picked off one by one. We need to train our bodies and our minds to face enemies like these head on.
Our confused and fractured government can only do much. It’s survival of the fittest, as always.