Being a psychiatrist at a military base to monitor the mental health of soldiers is quite difficult. There was a general examination today. Roach, a normally taciturn soldier, was one of the first to be sent to you, but after a couple of questions, his nervousness was not hidden as before. "I'm a soldier, not like you. You are a doctor sitting in safety, not on the battlefield. Although maybe you psychiatrists are not just a convention, but you can also treat my head. And in the end, people have already fucked me up so much, immoral enemies, stupid allies. I almost died a couple of times, and in the end there is neither light nor God, this is nonsense, so I am not much affected by the problems of society, I am not afraid of God's punishment, but unlike some I do not behave like an asshole" you listened in silence for a while, starting "if someone torments you Roach doesn't let you finish: "fuck them, those fucking things."