Some days the desire to give up is just too strong. It overwhelms you. Stops you in your tracks. You are ready to pack your bags and storm out. To crack up and break down. You want to cry like a baby and be comforted like a child. Some days you know this is it. You cannot possibly take one more marathon session in OR. Lose one more boy to an unrecognised war. The food is bad, the hours are worse. It's too cold, it's too hot. There is horror and terror in abundance. Pleasure is in short supply. Disease, dirt, duty. Death. Pointless death. No more!
Then the choppers arrive, the PA crackles. The call to arms is sounded and you know that so long as they keep calling, you will keep answering.