In the Gulf War, we had a kid like that. Complete fumble fvck. Scared to death, from the minute we were in place. Clumsy as all get out, always being corrected and put into place by his Sargent and his men. Poor kid just didn't belong there. Didn't have what it takes.
It was only a matter of time.
But whenever he was asked, he always responded that it was his duty to be there.
The letter to his parents regarding his "tragic" death, was filled with gallant acts, and heroic deeds.
May he rest in peace.