In the service, people drank.
Men drank. It was what one did.
One worked hard all day, then one drank
until he passed out, drunk Then he got up with
a hangover and worked. He didn't drink while he was
working. That was verboten. You suffered. You were a
suffering bastard. So what. It came with being a man.
With manhood. You could hold your liquor. A man who
couldn't hold his liquor was a pantywaist. A sissy.
Beneath consideration. Unworthy.
One proved himself. Every day.
Manhood was an ongoing test.
Relentless. No days off
for bad behavior.
Not a moveable feast.
An ongoing test. Relentless.
Aiee, the phantom. I give up.
That's the solution. It whips your ass.
Until the last vestige of defiance is gone
you haven't a hope, son. You must hit bottom.
Keep drinking. You will. It doesn't get any better.
It gets worse. Keep up the good work. Don't let the team down.
We are depending on you. You owe us. We made you who you are.