My nut rag was first nutted in by my great great grandfather in the trenches of verdun. The nut preserved the rag, and him, from the constant artillery fire and assaults from the dreaded krauts. It was handed down to my great grandfather, who nutted in it while on route to leyte gulf to push the Japanese back home. My grandfather was protected from ambush and disease by the nut of his father, and his father before him, while patrolling the jungles of vietnam. And my father nutted in it to give him strength and focus before attacking Saddams republican guard in 1991. Now, I nut in it between sessions of BF1 and COD WW2, to honor those that came before me. The nut is strength, the rag is freedom and family, I am an American.
