You’re in it, or you’re not. Whatever group you choose to belong to, whatever family, whatever faith or cult . . . You’re in it or you’re not. Once you’ve been vetted, once you’ve been proven, once you’ve earned your place, you begin to understand that belonging somewhere means distancing one’s self from other places.
Look at your “family”. Look at your friends. Look at your peers. How many of them would stand up for you? Throw a punch? Toe the line? Would they fight or lie on your behalf? Would they forgive you your trespasses, as you freely commit them?
Would they give you a pint of blood? Or risk shedding all of it?
I’ve served with men who lived as Lions. I offer no apologies for that. I ask for nothing in return.