I ran across a post of my father’s today. He posted on quora in response to a question of someone about why he should enlist for the Infantry.
My father is more eleqouent than I imagined. I knew I gained my love of literature from him. I guess he is why I love writing so much.
Here is what he wrote.
“The infantry IS the Army.
Infantry do the job, everyone else is there to hand us the tools.
All the other branches have a secondary mission to fight as infantry when required. The infantry has only one job, to fight as infantry.
Only infantry can take and hold ground, root out the enemy, secure any area. The man on foot, dirty and grimy, his rifle the only thing clean and and well kept.
The infantry was there before any other branch. When the artillery runs out of shells, the tankers run out of gas, the cooks run out of groceries, the clerks run out of ink, they all pick up a rifle and become infantry.
We ARE the Army.”
Sometimes I am astounded by my family.