The other day, Jeremy Scahill decided to go ahead and tweet a picture of me wearing my Ranger t-shirt out at a bar in Brooklyn.  No one in the bar seemed to care about it, but the Twitter commandos sure did.  There was a decent sized shit storm of vegan lesbians calling for blood in the streets.  They were both upset by the expression on the shirt but also the grammatical error of “your” instead of “you’re.”

The shirt is made by Blackside Concepts, which is owned by a 1/75 veteran named “Marty”, the same dude who wrote the Ranger Knowledge Handbook under the pen name Erik Larson.

I make no apologies.  Since the post on Twitter, the picture of me is now making the rounds on both Twitter and Facebook.  The self-righteous are out there disgusted with the shirt, saying there is no way I’m a Ranger, and what the fuck ever else. Tough titties, folks. The expression is taken from a sign posted by Charlie Rangers in Vietnam.  On the sign they used incorrect grammar.

These were young men drafted to go fight the communist menace in Vietnam.  They manned up and did a thankless job, for which their country turned around and shit all over them.  The LRRP/Ranger companies were innovators and trail blazers before there was any such thing as “Special Operations.”  The modern-day Ranger Regiment stands on the shoulders of these men.  As Vietnam era Ranger Kenn Miller recently told me in an interview, today’s Rangers can take pride in the fact that their unit was literally battle born in the jungles of Vietnam.