I can still hump in full pack a few miles at a time also. I say better to fight and possible die on my feet than to continue to live in the faux republic on my knees, I wake up with this BS on my mind, go to bed with it on my mind. I'd rather be taking incoming knowing I am standing up than lying down to the f-ing Marxists/statists. Yeah, I am at that point.
Sounds like textbook mental illness to me.