Back in the day, I used to own all of Stryper’s cassettes. I knew all of their lyrics and their face-melting guitar riffs. After watching this video (you don’t have to view the whole thing to get the gist), it made me want to be a soldier just like them — yellow and black spandex, screaming fans, life on the road as well as lots of Chinese take-out. All for the Glory of God. Thanks Stryper.