I understand now. What they meant back then. How everything I go through now makes me question my passion, direction and diligence towards something that may never be permanent. In fact, what set me on this path? Why must I even subject myself to such disparity in treatment and defend those unworthy of my sympathy? Rank and appointment are arguably tangible, yet they represent a distinct and consecrated responsibility. Or set bluntly, a typical scapegoat. For the sake of pleasing your upper echelons of superiors, you endanger the morale and working attitude of your subordinates, killing their passion effectively and efficiently. I applaud your truly poor aptitude and appreciation of situation while remaining perfectly blasé to your own continuous erring actions. In this organisation where experience counts for nothing due to being amateur in war, I cannot express enough delight at the thought of leaving in opportune time.