The Ringers

We are the Ringers. We are a team – we live, eat, sleep, and fight as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap… Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men and women in the world. You know, by god, I actually pity those poor bastards we’re goin’ up against. By god, I do. We’re not just gonna shoot the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our car. Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We’re not holding anything. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We’re going to hold onto him by the nose and we’re gonna kick him in the ass. We’re gonna kick the hell out of him all the time and we’re gonna go through him like crap through a goose. Now, there’s one thing that you men and women will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank god for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: ‘What did you do in the Great Scavenge Bowl of 2012?, you won’t have to say: ‘Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana.’