There are FAR too many of us to name!
Once upon a time a lonely, bitter old soldier of the Culture Wars, bedraggled and nearly out of ammunition, stumbled upon a young waif bravely carrying a flag and a small but potent Carbine. At first, through the smoke of the battle and his own tears, he thought the waif was a boy. A younger version of himself, still filled with pride and patriotism and a will to fight. Encouraged that there were still those who were inspired to fight the good fight in spite of the odds the old soldier hastened his step to join the waif for another loud cry to battle. But upon closer inspection he found his new comrade in arms was actually a she. And she was beautiful! In tattered uniform, splotched with mud and soot, she stood upright and proud supporting the standard that bore the banner of freedom and cradling a .30 carbine in her arms. The old soldier was so impressed that this slight girl was made of so much grit that he followed her from battle to battle and extolled her virtue in every canteen. He said:
"You gotta love a woman who chooses .30Carbine as her nick!" And I do!!! TigersEye