I love this team. How about you?
I'm in the trench. The line is thick with fear and people *** their pants left and right.
The enemy is in front of us. They're always right in front of us. No escape. Not that one is wanted... No.
We face our enemies every single time they step foot in front of us. Yes, yes we do.
A mortar round blows 10 yards directly in front of us. The breath leaves our chests in unison at the shock wave and wild-eyed everyone looks at each other, hoping someone will respond before they do.
Our eyes meet and cold steel crosses our hearts.
We know what to do.
This is Our ground.
We stomp this turf. And we will be damned if someone tries to pee on our petunias...
I'm with you brother. My lungs still have air and there is still purpose behind these breaths.
Go Cowboys. And Our Cowboys Brethren.