Recently I have read some men crowing on the interwebz. One guy saying he is all that is man because he does Karate point fighting, another about using 70 pounds dumbbells for shoulder presses, anther about a 345 pound bench press and having banged 6 20 somethings…. Weak sauce. Karate point fighting is bad ass if you’re a 9 year old crippled girl; banging 6 20 something girls in a 4 day weekend is fairly impressive, 6 over a life time much less so; 70 pound dumbbells are bad ass if you are a 140 pound man and a 345 pound bench press rocks if your that same 140 pound dude. Thing is, on all those fronts, many men are better at it then you
While that was going on the “flu” ripped its way through our camp, and I doubt even half of us were technically fit for duty. We sent out men who were shitting and puking on themselves, other men fixed plumbing issues, kept the heat on, flew helicopters and kept them flying all while shitting and puking themselves. Life had to go on and it did. Not just the sexy shit that (kind of sort of) makes a decent movie but the everyday stuff of keeping a small town alive and well in the middle of hostile injun territory. Trucks , forklifts and generators had to be maintained. Resources like chow and water came in; waste water had to be moved out. Medics took care of sick men in-between their own trips to the shitter. While the flu is kicking our ass, the weather is changing and not for the better. Every day the snow on the mountains gets closer to us; it’s rainy or raining everyday and it is getting colder every day. Real miserable stuff to deal with, but nowhere near as bad as it will get, yet sick men are working in it every day to keep life going here at the tail end of america’s foreign policy stupidity chain.
This is not weak sauce. This is mastery, mastery of self; mastery of technical/ trade skills and mastery over nature