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I went as a grouchy old bastard who's always in a bad mood because his back and kness sound like Rice Krispies and the world is full of idiots and he's too old to run the mountains of 'Stan looking for terrorists.
Everybody said I pulled it off nicely.
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Somewhere a True Believer is training to kill you. He is training with minimal food or water, in austere conditions, training day and night. The only thing clean on him is his weapon and he made his web gear. He doesn't worry about what workout to do - his ruck weighs what it weighs, his runs end when the enemy stops chasing him. This True Believer is not concerned about 'how hard it is;' he knows either he wins or dies. He doesn't go home at 17:00, he is home.
He knows only The Cause.
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