Of course Mom and Dad didn’t want me to come here, they wanted me to be just like them. Respectable, hardworking, a little house, a family. They drove me crazy with their goddamn world Grandma, you know, Mom, I guess I’ve always been sheltered and special. I just wanted to be anonymous like everybody else. Do my share for my country, live up to what Grandpa did in the first war and Dad in the second. Well, here I am anonymous, alright, with guys nobody really cares about. They come from the end of the line most of them. Small towns you never heard of. Palasky, Tennessee. Brandon, Mississippi. Pork Band, Utah. Wallpom, Pennsylvania. Two years high school, that’s about it. Maybe if they’re lucky, a job waiting for them. They got nothing. They’re poor, they’re the unwanted, yet they’re fighting for our society and our freedom. It’s weird, isn’t it? They’re the bottom of the barrel and they know it. Maybe that’s why they call themselves grunts. Cause a grunt can take it, can take anything. They’re the best I’ve ever seen Grandma, they’re the heart and soul.
Platoon, Private Chris Taylor