Ah, the witty retort of the pogue. In ages past? Maybe. These days, the average infantryman has to be quick thinking and intelligent. The outcome of the decisions made by an E-1 with a rifle in Baghdad dwarfs that of a Nuclear Sub Commander in the Ocean. Like it or not, the Infantry is always in the fight.
Everyone else is support.
Call us dirty, smelly, ugly, and crude. Don't ever call us dumb or weak.
Deal with it.
How do you get to the fight, and what do you do when your basic loadout is gone?
You're welcome.
Signed,
A support troop
Now, now, none of us former grunts intended to be overly hard on the zoomies, squids, and assorted REMFs, who back us up. Of course we appreciate the support. However, after you supply us, transport us, and shell it, bomb it, or just intimidate it, WE still have to go in, clean up the mess, and run up the flag. Until we grunts do that, IT AIN'T OVER, so show us a little respect, pencil pushers and paper shufflers!
