Got home tonight just in time to catch the tail end of Saving Private Ryan. Watching Tom Hank's character pass away at the end always makes you well up inside. No one wants to be Jeremy Davies' character, everyone always wants to be a hero. Hell, I do. But everytime I think about it, I can't see myself functioning in any other role but a PFC/SPC radio guy.

Back at CMU, several times during the final week of a project, a bunch of us would dream up of scenarios where we would be able to get out of finishing a project. A frequent one was running a pickup truck over one's foot. A popular one was to join the Army together. That's where the talk of platoon roles came up and as I stated before, I was never more than the radio guy. Sure I'd love to be the grenadier or the heavy weapons guy but when have you ever seen a small Asian man going nuts with a gatling gun?

So yeah, here's the scene. In the jungle, heavy fire over our heads. Squad leader wants to call for some backup. That's where I come in. Short little Asian guy, bigass backpack, thick rimmed glasses, I come running up, no worries about the bullets zipping over my head. I settle myself beside squad leader, hand him the phone and proceed to cover him. That would be me. I'd rather be Rambo.