A happy Marine is a bitchin' Marine!
Ya know as miserable as conditions were in 'Nam from the blistering heat of the summers to the cold and constant wetness of the monsoons, trying to sleep in water at night in the mountains with your teeth chattering away, going without food and water and/or ammo or supplies because there were no choppers flying in the monsoons all the while killing and being killed or mutilated; I don't recall anyone ever complaining...we just knew we had a job to do and we tried to make the best of the situation and adapt, improvise and overcome the enemy.
It was just understood that only pussies would complain!
And there weren't any pussies in our company!
Semper Fi,
Kelly