Everyone around me was excited about football, Christmas, and other normal things; I was looking at the clapboard houses and the cars and thinking, “man—so flimsy. They wouldn’t give cover worth shit in a firefight.”
It was an exposed feeling. And where were my machine guns?
I found my old pistol and kept it around like a rabbit’s foot, but I missed my 240s and .50-cals something awful.
It seems weird, I’m sure, but I really just wasn’t buying it that there wasn’t some enemy about to come over the green hills, and I felt so unprepared—
I wouldn’t be any good to protect anybody.”
Into the Fire, by Dakota Meyer. USMC Corporal and Medal of Honor recipient. [page 178]