

I can barely get a pair of combat boots to last a year, except for my RATs, best damn boots to kick shit in. I always blow out the sides or crack the sole where the toes flex as the sole wears slick.
I wish they still made the RATs, I would buy two pairs.
Starting a war, forgetting your gun somewhere and only having your spare one to work with, making the payment on your medical bills, remembering if the McRib is back, worrying that the exploited people who did all the things you don’t feel like doing will be deported, and forgetting to tell the President “thank you” every day as a tribute to their brilliant leadership.