Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum!

A lean mean killing machine, born

from the fires of hell. Ready 

made to take the fight to the enemy.

Desire not to be seen, but to

kill the commies quick and clean.

I am a man of death. My mind

is a computer. My fists are made

of steel. My radio calls in the

planes. If one don't get you

another one will.

Caught in the heat of kill or be

killed, "Greater love hath no man

than to lay down his life for 

a friend".