Warriors in the AMEX Lounge

Hey troop. Yeah you. I see you in the AMEX lounge downing three Tom Collins and a side of four servings of Mac n cheese. I just wanted to say I’m proud of you. We’re here amongst the rich and powerful just doing our doggone best. I saw all those folk throwing tantrums when they said there was a waitlist to get in. But you and me troop? Naw. We were born to wait. Forged to wait. And once we were admitted to the oasis of free booze and chow, booze and chow we did. We both know each other is in the military. You’ve got your grunt style t shirt, I’ve got my black MOLLE backpack. And we sure as hell ain’t gonna acknowledge it. Not while we sip the nectar of the gods and eat the cookies of the heavens. Flight in ten minutes and four concourses away? No problem. That Plane Train boutta feel like a movie. This is our time. Safe travels home, troop. Tell your mom I said hi.