I am an old man now

Someone recently asked me about what may very will become the next American Revolution and they seemed to think I would be able to join in.


Sometimes I wonder about people and their expectations. They really are not too realistic.


While I suppose I can pitch in and try and help out I have to explain to them that being in my 70th year it would not be right to the others that I join up in any sort of a combat role. I am simply too old.


I suppose maybe even five or ten years ago I would likely be able to be useful to some small extent but certainly not anymore. 


People have no idea of how brutal combat is and what is physically required. It's savage and there is no way in hell I can run up and down hills anymore and duck and dodge. It just isn't going to happen. 


I read where the amount of energy expended in combat is similar to what a heavyweight boxer expends during a title bout and I   think it's somewhat of an exaggeration but not a big one.  Even a light guerrilla has to carry a lot of gear and be able to move fast. Ten years ago I would have been pressed to pack a weapon and ammo only. I would not have been much help carrying the 'community gear'. I'd have been really pushing it to pack a rifle, ammo, water and a few MREs. 


Now I am an old man with a heart condition and realistically expecting very much out of me is ridiculous. The truth is that I would likely get in the way and get someone killed.

Another older guy like myself said that about all he'd be good for is that if his group was overrun they could leave him an MRE and some water an he would hold them off to try and buy time while the younger guys tried to escape to fight again.

He forgot one thing. He'd have to be able to get to that position on the hill in the first place.

I suppose I could pitch in in other ways. If you give me and old shotgun I could keep the line in front of the whorehouse orderly or something like that but that's about it.

That or maybe fix stuff or even run a safe house of some sort. My days in the field are behind me.

Not being able to run with the youngsters anymore is a source of depression to me.

 

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