This is my brothers backpack. He carried it with him in Afghanistan on the mission where his whole platoon got wiped out and he had to fight his way back to base with only a melted MRE spoon and some 550 cord, killing 6 insurgents with nothing but his service knife in the process. He said the bag brought him luck, and now I have it. I’m going to be a Defcon 12 Marine Ranger when I graduate too. My teacher said I’ll pass this time if I just focus on my work. Its hard to focus though because I am always thinking about the war I will be fighting in very soon. Thinking about the lives I will be taking and the lives I will be saving. My whole family is full of Medal of Honor getters. My uncle was in the movie they made about Iraq. He was there in Iraq doing so many badass stuff that they made a movie about it and hired him to make sure the movie was military accurate. My uncle had the power to shut the whole movie down, that’s how badass my family is. I lost count of how many people died because of my family. We are skilled killers. We are warriors. When it’s veterans day, people automatically thank me for my service because they see the greatness I am destined to achieve. I will never put this back pack down again. It saved my brother and I know it will save me too. In boot camp, when the drill sargent tries to yell at me to take my back pack off, I will call my family and they will show him what real men look like. I never chose to be this dangerous, I was born this way. Hoo Haa!