When I was a kid, I was a Paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. We all thought we were tough until the Rangers took us out to the field for some training. Rangers kicked our ass in every way. They shot better, ran faster, went days without eating, killed chickens for us to eat, slapped our face when we complained, showed us how to make a shelter and keep warm. They were expert in land navigation, foot care and how to maintain our weapons. They could walk all day and night, carry heavy loads and make a fire. They could sew a button, clear a jam in an M16, patch a blister with mole skin and keep walking. Rangers never complained. The Ranger who called me a pussy for two weeks also called me a good solider and bought me all the beer I could drink for the rest of the time I was at Fort Bragg. I really believe that a big part of my success in life is because of the example those Rangers showed me way back in 1978. Whenever I had a problem in school or work I thought about those Rangers and their can do attitude. God bless them all.