Its a great essay about how most people are sheep, you know the type that would do just about anything to avoid any sort of violent confrontation or any kind of situation where they would be forced to act.
Then there are the wolves, those among us who are predators. Those who eat the sheep and treat them with utter disgust and will show them no mercy as they devour them for their own selfish ends. (Perhaps that was a bit dramatic, then again in this world its probably not.)
Then finally there are the sheepdogs. People who are willing to stand watch over the sheep. Allowing them to go about their (in my opinion, bloodless and meaningless) lives and making sure that when the wolf comes calling he is met by a creature just as ferocious, just as violent, just as destructive, except for one simple difference.
The sheepdog uses his power to protect whereas the wolf uses his power to destroy. When the wolf comes for his prey he will be met by a sheepdog and when he meets that dog he will learn what true power really is.
From this essay we took our platoon's name of "Sheepdogs". Now over the course of the next year we are going to see if we live up to that name or are we going to find out that some of us are not quite the sheepdogs that we thought we were. Or is the US government going to send us out into the world and have us guard some fucking ammo dump in the middle of nowhere and take from us what little dignity we have managed to wrestle away from the belted earls that run this fading republic. Well hopefully, we will see...