When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
and the women come to to cut up what remains,
jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
and go to your gawd like a soldier.
Bonus quote (Okay, song lyrics, but the one above is also not the usual words of wisdom that one has become accustomed to in this regular feature)
“I’m leaving on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
Not Sure who wrote it,
but a bunch of folks have sung it.