You know how it is sometimes, right? Like, you just… nod along. It’s not a big deal, really. I just sit there in those Tuesday morning meetings at the nonprofit, where they’re all talking about bootstraps and “personal responsibility” and the sanctity of... well, *their* way of life, and I just… *mm-hm*. (I mean, it’s a job. A decent one. With benefits.) The old Sarge always said, "Keep your head down, private, and you'll make it out alive." And yeah, it’s not exactly Fallujah, but the principle holds, doesn't it? Just keep that pleasant, agreeable expression plastered on your face and don't rock the damn boat. It's… a quiet kind of numb.