The best. the very best that America has to offer wears a uniform.
“The best. the very best that America has to offer wears a uniform.”
And everything is fine until one day somebody shows up and says, “Okay, boys, we’re going to war.”
Then he spins around, points his finger at you, and says, “Not you, pops. Head on home and change some grandchild diapers.”
Mumble, grumble, bitch gripe complain...