"Give me, God, what no one else asks for;
I ask not for wealth, or for success or health;
People ask you so often for all of that,
That you cannot have any left.
I want insecurity and disquietude,
I want turmoil and the brawl,
If you should give them to me,
Le me be sure to have them always,
For I will not always have the courage to ask for them.
May god be with you, my fine young Marines,
as you head out once again
Into the heat of the Iraqi sun,
Into the still of the dark night,
To close with the enemy.

s/Mattis