By Robert Stacy McCain
The other day I asked my wife where our 19-year-old son Bob was.
The answer: Hiking up a mountain with an 85-pound pack.
He recently enlisted in the Army, having scored a near-maximum on the ASVAB test, and will report to boot camp in a few months — some kind of delayed-entry deal — as an aspiring candidate for the elite Special Forces. Already a Red Cross certified lifeguard, he is so fired-up that he’s voluntarily doing PT (physical training) in advance, which is why he hiked up the mountain with an 85-pound pack.
Because he is preparing to kill our nation’s enemies.
My wife is concerned for our son’s safety. No, dear — let our nation’s enemies worry about their own safety. Because he’s coming to kill them.
Do you want to be America’s enemy? Really?