Good morning, this is Hudson and I've got a little story to tell you.
Now you all know that Private Hudson sometimes goes by the handle H-Man and the reasons why should be pretty obvious. If you have trouble with the concept though and need me to explain it in simple terms, I will. I am called the H-Man because I am the walking, talking, breathing, running, gunning, fighting, shooting, stabbing personification of a true Colonial Marine. You know it, I know it, all the troops know it, the Lieutenant knows it and the General knows it. They know that in a tough situation, all they have to do is wind me up and let me loose. I'll tear through the enemy like the proverbial Helbat out of Hel. Game over for them. Ha ha.
This might surprise you though, but I wasn't always known as the H-Man. Yep, growing up in Texas, I had a different nickname. This nickname inspired fear and awe in all who dared stand near me.
They called me "The Rock."
Yeah, I know there are other "the Rocks" out there, be it some wanna-be actor or some dusty old prison in San Francisco, but I am the man who made being called "The Rock" what it is today.
In high school, all the hot cheerleaders would twitter when they called my name and all the jocks would be so frightened that they could hardly contain their nervous laughter. One time this really hot cheerleader walked up to me and said "Oh, 'The Rock' Hudson, you are such a man, I can hardly stand it!" Then she swooned right then and there, and all of her friends laughed nervously as I walked away with a cocky stride.
That's right, the guys did it, too. They would all call me by my nickname then cower in fear as I walked the hallways. They knew that they were in the company of greatness when "The Rock" Hudson was there.
So the next time you think of the H-Man, think of "The Rock" Hudson and the manly man that he is. "The Rock" Hudson is the man that women want and the man that men want to be.