But The Horses

Right. It's nice to know that not everything sucks.
Have you ever spent all your cab fare getting drunk in a bar, resulting in you having to ask some dude to drive you home whilst your best friend makes out with his girlfriend? No? Well then.
Have you ever come out of a week long training exercise, having not eaten, received a four-day weekend but taken Thursday and Friday to help run a Special Olympics at your work, even though it meant you were behind in everything else you had to do? We then.
Have you ever proven, to everyone whom knows you, that if the price for victory is your own death, that you are willing to give that? Well then.
Have you ever carried a 40-pound weapon in addition to all your gear, for 11 miles, because everyone else was tired? Well then.
Have you ever been so tired that you just accept the fact that you may never sleep again? Well then.
Have you ever spent every Thursday for a year at the same bar, with the same friends, spending money you didn't have, having nights you can't remember but knowing that was as good as it will ever be? Well then.
Have you ever spent night after night at a diner drinking coffee, talking nonsense and feeling superior in your inferiorities? Well then.
Have you ever worn the same thrift store shirt for two weeks straight, the same tattered pants for a month and felt clean? Well then.
Have you ever had a steak eating contest and ate 32 ounces of rare steak, winning the competition but paying the price later when you vomit for five-hours? Well then.
Have you ever been mean to the really hot girl who is a total cunt, and by the end of the night she wants to fuck because no one is mean to her because she is that hot, and you don't even bother with her? Well then.
Have you ever sent love roaring past your teeth creating sounds and startling to babies? Well then.