I am a contractor. I look out for myself, the operators to my left and right, and no one else.
I will always take advantage of the fact that I can finally tell Commissioned Officers to pack sand, kick rocks, etc and will do so at every possible occasion.
I am my country’s scapegoat, the “plausible deniability” warrior, and I love it.
Less than 700 dollars a day is unacceptable, but will take it until I find something better.
I am trained to eat things that would make a billy goat puke, but will refuse anything less than 60 dollars Per Diem because I am greedy.
I care not for ribbons, nor awards for valor. I do this job for the opportunity to kill the enemies of my country, and to finally get that boat I’ve always wanted.
I will be in better shape than 99% of the active duty personnel, although this is not hard.
I will equip myself with the latest high-speed gear, and will trick out my AR-15 until it weighs more than 24 lbs, not because it works better, but because it looks cool in photographs.
I will carry more weapons, ammunition, and implements of death on my person, than an infantry fire team, and when engaged I will lay waste to everything around me.
In any combat zone, I will always locate the swimming pool, beer, and women, because I can.
I will deploy on my terms, and if it ever gets too stupid, I will simply find another company that pays me more.
