Spent the morning reviewing our resource allocations. It is a heavy thing to realize that our greatest strength isn't our armor or our weaponry, but the people we choose to defend. The hardliners call that a weakness; I call it the only reason we bother waking up in the morning. Even if the cost is everything we have left.
Does anyone else feel like they're fighting a war on two fronts—one against the wasteland, and one against their own history?