An Army grunt stands in the rain with a 35-lb pack on his back, a 15-lb weapon in his hand, marches 12 miles and says, "This is sh¡t." An Army Airborne grunt stands in the rain with a 45-lb pack, a 15-lb weapon in hand, jumps from an airplane, marches 18 miles, and says with a smile, "This is THE sh¡t." An Army Airborne Ranger lies in the mud, a 55-lb pack on his back, a 15-lb weapon in hand, jumps from a plane into a swamp, marches 25 miles at night through enemy territory, and says with a grin, "I LOVE this sh¡t!" An Army Green Beret, Airborne/ Ranger/ Pathfinder-qualified, stands buried up to his nose in stinking, infested muck, with a 65-lb pack on his back and a 15-lb weapon in each hand, jumps from an airplane into the ocean, swims 10 miles to shore, wades through a swamp, kills an alligator, crawls 30 more miles through brush, assaults an enemy camp, and says with a passionate snarl, "Gimme some more of this sh¡t!" An Air Farce cadet sits in an easy chair in his air-conditioned, carpeted room and says, "What? The cable's out? What is this sh¡t?!"