"Young people today," muttered Alexander Waverly, after Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin had left his office.
"What was that, Sir?" Lisa Rogers asked, as she cleared up the files from the debriefing.
"Hmmm? Oh, I was just thinking about the resilience of the young people under my command," Waverly replied. "Those two have just gone through a long, and in Mr Kuryakin's case, torturous, assignment. Mr Solo hardly came away unscathed either. Yet, despite this, and all the other times they've done the same, they left this office laughing and joking, and making plans for their evenings."
"You're right, Sir," Lisa agreed. "But it's no different for them than it was for you."
"What do you mean, Miss Rogers?"
"Well Sir, you fought in the Great War," she began. "I have no first-hand experience, of course, but I know from the tales my grandfather told, and those of my father from the Second War, that you played hard too. Your lives were in grave danger all of the time, so you knew that you had to enjoy yourself when the chances came. Mr Solo and Mr Kuryakin, although they have very different ideas of what enjoyment is, are doing exactly what you and your generation did."
"Thank you, Miss Rogers," Mr Waverly answered, nodding his agreement. "You have summed it up perfectly. Those young men deserve whatever fun they can get from life."