I wasn’t crying because a great man just died in front of me with injuries that would make almost anyone else vomit. I was crying because I was overwhelmed with pride; I was proud to be a part of this outstanding team, doing incredible things, under austere conditions, in a fourth-world country. But mostly I was proud... of the corpsmen.
From the blog Healing Those Who Provide Our Freedom. Read the whole thing.
H/t the Mudville Gazette's Dawn Patrol.