You bet...I have kind of a humorous story about these young Marines who were with us at the Gathering of Eagles, and it illustrates this point perfectly.
We were waiting for the moonbats to come across the bridge which had been closed down to allow them to march across, and all of a sudden, a white van came speeding across the bridge, braked to a sudden halt, and the side doors swung open.
Some people jumped out with boxes in their arms, ran into the little patch of woods by the bridge, placed their boxes by the side of the bridge, ran back and jumped in the van, which then sped away at a good clip.
We were all watching this, and when the van took off, everyone looked at each other and said "What the hell is that?" I am certain we were all thinking the same thing.
Explosives.
While we did a quick discussion, four of five of the Marines suddenly took off and ran across the road to the boxes, while their buddies who stayed behind yelled after them "Hey you dumb asses! They put IEDs in boxes like that!" (all these guys had done two tours over in Iraq and several had been wounded by IED's...the abuse was, however, good natured in intent...:)
While we decided quickly that it probably wasn't bombs because they came across the bridge closed by Police, we looked up to see several of the Marines running back across the road to us with broad grins on their faces.
Before we could ask what they were grinning about (as if reading our minds) one of them shouted out with glee: "It was anarchist and communist literature! We pissed all over it!"
We looked over to see one of them with his back to us, still emptying his bladder into the boxes...
THAT is just one of the reasons why I found them to be such an impressive group of young men.
They saw a situation.
Took immediate action.
And the action was appropriate, daring, and...entertaining! Made me want to shake their hands!