Just remember, Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon was 41 when he said he was getting too old for this shit. If you are still able to operationally operate, you young whippersnappers, give thanks this new year's day. Do a cartwheel. Smash a 10. Run a marathon. Cause every day you get closer to being that cranky old bastard rocking a chest rig because the plate carrier is keeping the closet company. A cigar instead of a cigarette. Bourbon instead of Gatorade. Doctors bills instead of plane tickets. An AR15 instead of an AR10. A tripod for your rifle instead of a rappelling rope. There IS glory in marching out the back side of the enemy horde, blood on your sword and dents in your armor. When THAT day comes, wear it well, men.
