I often reflect on the weird position I find myself in. I am a civilian, and yet somehow put myself near the (publicly visible) apex of the greatest military op ever. Nothing important depends on me, but everything depends on people like me standing up. I am not risking my life in a DUMB, yet I am in one of the most exposed forward positions — and a named target by the enemy in their propaganda. There's no real bravery, because all I did was stand and hold the line when my peers ran away; no advancing into live fire. Yet they still ran away, and I didn't. As one of the most prominent "QAnon conspiracy theorists" it's a wonder my family has held together at all, yet I have managed the agonising wait to keep myself together and just wait for events to take their course. For years I have known it's one for the history books, but never know when the war might end and the writing of the story begins. Endlessly paradoxical and contradictory experience.
"There's no real bravery, because all I did was stand and hold the line when my peers ran away; no advancing into live fire. Yet they still ran away, and I didn't."
Sometimes the bravest thing one can do seems trivial compared to the physical war. I have seen many, mice elf included, questioning their actions and whatnot. Imagine a world where no one volunteers to simply stand up? Bravery comes in many forms, imho. Takes a very brave person to stick to their morals even when under a stupid amount of pressure and threats. A day or 2, heck even a week or 2 most could handle. How fkn long have a lot of us been doin the grind? You my fren, just happen to be a bit more public than the rest of us.
