"I have left the Infantry, that bastion of wonderful crazy bastards. They are the best America has to offer. The cream of the crop. Not that there are not better units like the Rangers or Special Forces.

But what makes the Infantry the best is the fact that these are the boys next door. Smoking in the boysroom. Mowing the lawn. Playing Halo. Drinking a beer. Looking at your daughter. Some simpletons. Others brilliant college students and graduates. Kids, most of them. Men, who do the dirtiest, hardest, most horrific job in the world. Who show up, day in and day out, despite the mind numbing boredom and horror. Because its their job. Because their brothers depend on them. It is the only job discription in the Army that states those few simple words that say so much..."Close with the enemy by fire and maneuver in order to destroy or capture him"."
Chapter: War