Letter, 8

I remember when i joined the army it was  very rare to even get  a glimpse  of a green beret... and i remember   when  i  first  saw one  .. he was  beautiful..he seemed  to be  10  feet tall .. a superheroe!! ... and  later i wore the patch  of the 11th special forces group... an arrowhead with  an upturned aword crossed by 2  lightning  bolts .. remember  that... i was in the  eleventh... the very best ..  i swear i was  so  ff... proud when  i put  on  my beret  and my uniform... i was   ten feet tall !!! ... people whispered  .. old people  shook my hand ... soldiers and sailors saluted me ... i was young and strong .. and bullet proof .. i was the best ...  i was in the eleventh ... we did all kinds  of crazy  thingz... bad things ... dirty  fighting ... we all hated that war ... but i was so f .. proud to be with  those  guys... we were the very best ... the elite of the elite ... and we had  nothing in common...  we were from evry corner  of the United States  and every  kind of  family  and background.. but no one gets into that eleventh  by accident ... i lived and died with those  boys ... i swear they were the best soldiers ever ....
I am sure they were all ten feet tall.