Ya know, some days it really is the little things that make it all worth while. Like, while riding in the Humvee back from Sicily Drop Zone, holding your sleeve just right outside the window and sucking the gut in a little is like air conditioning. Or that little ray of sun makes its way through the trees to warm your face. Or sitting on the Drop Zone thinking about how every thing came together just right, every one walking off the DZ.
Some times it really is the little things that count.
Some times it really is the little things that count.