********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
I am the 18-24 year old being targeted by this new marketing
concept, the very embodiment of "what's in it for ME." The legacy
of the politically correct years. It's ok to be immoral and a
pervert, and if anyone tries to mold me too vigorously into a
something that resembles a warrior, I'll tell my congressperson!
********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
Teamwork? My chain of command consists of ME, MYSELF, and I.
I'm destined to be a dot-com millionaire. Just give me all that
college money, and take it easy on the discipline stuff. When
divisions of Chinese are racing toward my outpost like rabid
lemmings, I'll pack my Task-Force-Smith-smellin' ass back to
Milwaukee.
********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
I have Carpal-Tunnel Syndrome, I'm great at Nintendo, and my
androgynous, sensitive physique can't handle 10 properly-executed
push-ups. I couldn't blast my way into an old folk's home, let
alone stand my ground in an impromptu bar room brawl. I am a
product of social engineering and hours of TV a day; my idea of a
"Survivor" is not a Medal of Honor winner who killed three
Vietnamese with his e-tool before being shot and left for dead,
but a pudgy, manipulative gay guy on an island shared with other
losers.
********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
Concepts like duty, honor, and country are passe'. If it
Involves sacrifice of my individuality to become part of a team,
I'll punch out and spend the rest of my life hanging out with my
Microsoft employee slackerbuddies in Seattle, speaking in learned
tones about an unfortunate period in my life where I endured the
indignities of military service. Oh, the Patton movie? Haven't
seen it.
********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
Gimme Gimme Gimme. What can I do for my country? Ha. Let me
ask that after I've feathered my nest like so many of the
non-veteran, draft-dodging, privileged Ivy Leaguers populating
Capitol Hill. Cater to me first, pander to me as an individual,
and after I don the uniform, continue to treat me with kid
gloves, and let me punch out before things get really tough-where
I might actually have to risk my life for my country, because...
********************* I AM AN ARMY OF ONE ***********************
(I would add, I AM AN ARMY OF ONE
Give me my damn black beret, its all about appearances!)