That was what our in-the-field "report cards" said a time or two, before experiencing the stakes of war and the costs of "truth". I think we'd used the opportunity to complain, or, in our exuberance tried to alert people to "the fears here". Like everybody wasn't aware of fears taking the stage next to everyday reality.
When we were lucky there were professionals in other fields cautioning...yeah, we know. And blurting out about a confusion of the people upholding the Country isn't going to earn anyone a paycheck. Our colleagues would disown us, somewhat disgusted that they'd been naìve once too. "Like, duh, as hostages of systems boarding a plane, uh, we don't know WHY there aren't very many workers today." Our lips kept bubbling but, buts and do you know what this means?!
The most poignant moments would come with parents and mentors, and pass in the tumble of that war that was Overseas, that's here now. In sentiment surely, and if we don't pull ourselves into secure, in action as well.
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