 But a few weeks later, I didn't quite get to this point. In the story, that 30- or 40-man platoon, after having dealt with this particular firefight on top of all the other ones, one day we're out on patrol. One guy sat down in the middle of the street, took off his helmet, took off his body armor, put his weapon down. He said, I'm not doing this anymore. And I said, Haas, what's going on? He says, he quits, sir.