I am retired now, and I don't, and won't, go out of my way looking for trouble. But over thirty years of being deployed to violent conflict centers have made me more comfortable with it than most folks, so I don't avoid it either. Frankly, there is a part of me that I know probably enjoys it far more than is healthy. So I have found ways over the years to keep that part in strict check, and found that I sleep better at night for that. But. If and when trouble decides to actively and forcibly seek me or any member of my family out, in whatever form or fashion it chooses, it will find me, ready and waiting. Prepared. I will set peace and whatever I am doing aside at that point. I will grasp the trouble by the throat with one hand, and by the crotch with the other. Then I will squeeze down as hard as I can with both hands until either one, or both of us, is stone dead. Then, God willing (and the crick don't rise), I will return to whatever I was doing before, and think no more of it. “It is good that war is terrible. Or else we would become too fond of it.” - Robert E. Lee