I offered my hand, Dan and Dave offering theirs. "We get through this shit tomorrow. Not a backwards fucking step. We pass the Commando Course, we complete the thirty fucking miler, then we've got four more months of training. I don't know about you, but I'm not leaving this fucking place with my tail between my legs. Unless they turn around one day and say I'm not good enough, which I don't believe, I'm leaving here with that fucking uniform, and wearing that green beret. Per Mare, Per Terram. I'm not quitting now, tomorrow or later. Are you?"

"Fuckin' right, Nate. Fuckin' right," Dave muttered, "Not a backward fuckin' step."...