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Juliet-182 Act II (We All We Got)
When the going got tough, Juliet got going. Sunday, let's just say, was a great day culminating an unbelievable week. We hold out our hands and ask our Company Commanders to lead us. The time will one day come when we have to walk alone without their help. All they can do is show us the door, we have to ascend our fears and have the courage to walk through the door. Attention to detail and sacrifice are just two keys to the locks on the door, and day by day we discover new keys. Soon enough, there will be no more locks. They say repetition is the father of learning. Well, if that's true, redundancy is the mother that bears education in her womb. As long as we can remember this, our focus will not falter, our feet will not grow weary, nor will our eyes grow heavy. We will remain persistent. It is our dignity, our pride, and our rising "core strength" that compels us. United we stand, and we will not fall. We have learned to communicate and have gotten used to living without all of the material things that undoubtedly ruled our lives before we got here. The rotten teeth have been extracted and all cavities filled. Swiftly moving forward, we are a team and this is our destiny. I hold myself personally responsible for all 72 of my shipmates. They are now my conglomerate, you will respect my conglomerate. Our goal is so close, yet so far away. We have all fallen down at some point, but so far we have all gotten back up. Better recruits than us have failed, lesser recruits than us have graduated. The playing field that we walk on is level. We are all afforded equal opportunity to succeed. What measures success? Is it riches? Is it fame? Is it glory? I don't think it's any of those. Success is what you make of it. Success is a state of mind. If we can all have the same state of mind, then I would say we've succeeded. There are no quitters in Juliet-182. Week 03 officially in the books. We have a big week ahead of us, but where some fail, we will succeed. Where some slow to a walk, we quicken our pace to a sprint, rising to the occasion like the sun at dawn. Like sand through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives. Hopefully, the sunset will be just as beautiful as the sunrise.
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