Since 1878, a group of people have left the shelter of land and rammed small boats into the angry sea with a single purpose: to save others from drowning. These rescuers have known full well they could die in the attempt.
Over the years Americans have not given this group much thought. Yet the crews of the U.S. Coast Guard's small boat rescue stations continue to push into gale-swept waters, asking only to help those "in peril on the sea." The stations are known for their willingness to help, even though most crews work more than 100 hours per week. Led by boatswain's mates, the crews have learned that they can expect very little from their own service, or even much recognition from the people they serve. So, in regions of extremely hazardous coastline, they develop a sense of eliteness, embodied in a tough fatalism.
Some call them arrogant and too macho, but those boatswain's mates are tough. When things get tough, they "suck it up" and do their work. And they do not ever cry.