There was Mad Anthony Wayne asked by George Washington to lead a daring midnight raid up the cliffs of Stony Point with unloaded muskets and only their bayonets to fight the Redcoats. Mad Anthony replied, "Issue the order, sir, and I will storm into Hell for you." Then there was the Civil War General John Corse. Shot in the face in combat, he fired off a message to his commander, "I am short a cheekbone and one ear, but I am able to whip the hell out of all of them." He stayed on the front lines, it seemed, forever. In World War II, there was the great Creighton Abrams. Besieged on all sides by the Nazis at the Battle of the Bulge, he boldly proclaimed, "They've got us surrounded again, the poor bastards." This is the home of the Green Berets, the Sky Dragons and the All American 82nd Airborne, we know what 82nd Airborne Division. This is where the GIs who won the Second World War learned to pack their parachutes, and push Howitzers, and go right into those C-47s with lots of arms and push them right out those big beautiful doors, and wield their bayonets and pry the enemy from the hedgerows of the French countryside. France needed us badly, we were there. A lot of people needed us badly, they still do, maybe worse than ever. It was here in the soil that the army forged the medal that held strong at Bastogne. It was here the mighty paratroopers earned their wings before they rained down death from above to liberate Sicily, Normandy, and even the Netherlands. That's right, we saved the Netherlands.🏁

There was Mad Anthony Wayne asked by George Washington to lead a daring midnight raid up the cliffs of Stony Point with unloaded muskets and only their bayonets to fight the Redcoats. Mad Anthony replied, "Issue the order, sir, and I will storm into Hell for you." Then there was the Civil War General John Corse. Shot in the face in combat, he fired off a message to his commander, "I am short a cheekbone and one ear, but I am able to whip the hell out of all of them." He stayed on the front lines, it seemed, forever. In World War II, there was the great Creighton Abrams. Besieged on all sides by the Nazis at the Battle of the Bulge, he boldly proclaimed, "They've got us surrounded again, the poor bastards." This is the home of the Green Berets, the Sky Dragons and the All American 82nd Airborne, we know what 82nd Airborne Division. This is where the GIs who won the Second World War learned to pack their parachutes, and push Howitzers, and go right into those C-47s with lots of arms and push them right out those big beautiful doors, and wield their bayonets and pry the enemy from the hedgerows of the French countryside. France needed us badly, we were there. A lot of people needed us badly, they still do, maybe worse than ever. It was here in the soil that the army forged the medal that held strong at Bastogne. It was here the mighty paratroopers earned their wings before they rained down death from above to liberate Sicily, Normandy, and even the Netherlands. That's right, we saved the Netherlands.🏁