author unknowm

Son, I do NOT wish you safe.
I wish you the feeling of a tight shot, the ride of perfect recoil and follow-through, the sound of guns in your ears, the smell of powder in your nose, and the taste of salt on your lips.
I wish you the pounding of your own pulse, the exhilaration of being alive, and the satisfaction of a challenging one shot kill. I wish you to see the look in the eyes of the meek who have less than a fraction of the pride you have in being an American Soldier, the thanks of a grateful nation, and the joy of camaraderie after the sound of the guns. I wish you the fleeting, overwhelming, and addicting rush of victory and glory. I wish you Godspeed, good luck, and good hunting.