And one young Ranger in the back -- his hair's tousled and his face is red and windblown from being in combat in the cold Afghan wind -- he said, "Sir, I was in the sixth grade."
Um jovem Ranger lá ao fundo, com o cabelo todo emaranhado e a cara vermelha do vento por ter estado a combater no vento frio Afegão, disse: "General, eu estava no sexto ano."