I pulled this from another source, but it speaks volumes.
I stand on the tarmac of a runway. I breathe deep as jet fuel and exhaust mix a noxious perfume. I know this smell and what it means. The whine of the Blackhawk indicates that it’s time to go. I want you to stand here and see what I see, feel what I feel. Adrenaline starts its metered release as darkness envelopes the world around me. Multitudes of stars sit in celestial judgement as we load our bird, old dead light seeking its way to our green electronic eyes. Our ride sits baying in its own mechanical way blacked out but for a simple call sign taped to the side. This is a bird of prey, she has claws. You may shudder at air travel, yet here you may ride with us free of your anxiety, through dangerous paths. I get the signal to approach this dark machine with all its malicious intent. I am first to the door, the chalk leader.
Others greater than I have stood in this spot and I will not let them down, I will not let my men down. We are armored and deadly. We hunt at night and see in the dark. My hands know where to find every magazine, every lethal instrument of my trade. I do not need my eyes to see, senses trained and reaching as the first men did when things hunted them in the primal gloom of our origins. We are proud of the uniforms we wear; our cubicle is the door of the Blackhawk. Our eyes are up, absorbing the world we see through our night vision. We are not hunched over a keyboard as the world passes us by. My team leader sits next to me and so does my best SAW gunner, my sword and my shield.
The earth skitters under us as we speed onward. Like children on a swing set we lift our feet into the wind and feel the night air rush by. We smile into the night; the ancient land we travel over is indifferent to us, the joy we feel is indescribable.
We walk away of our own will hoping for a new life closer to what we left behind. We seek to work for meaning, to have our life’s work matter and to be surrounded by the best. We look down at the hands we wash in our new jobs restroom and wish they were still caked with earth and sweat, even blood. #nottacticool #justwork #ussof #truewarriors