Welcome to the Infantry

Welcome to Germany and the valley of the shadow of death. Keep a photo of your soul safe in your wallet and don't ask the wrong questions. Don't suck any dick and don't pay too much for the same. Your pride and purpose will be scraped from the sole of a size 10 1/2 combat boot until you've done your part down-range. The forsaken and fatherless will fulfill the duty of the fat and faithless multitudes whining and dining back at the house. So tip that bottle from the brim to the dregs and break a leg for the sexiest diamond blinding your mind's eye because you will never dance with her again. Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it and blow it away.

Praise the Lord and pass the snakes. Pick up your vocabulary, raise it above your head and drop-kick that mother fucker into eternity. Standby. Here it comes like the prodigal son to sweep you off your feet and remind you of everything that landed your ass in Graceland. They call it the Triangle of Death, where each morning is indeed a spine-tingling novelty. Sustain. Keep the peace and walk the line.