piper knew that the quiet never lasted , that nothing good came from it , from getting used to it. quiet before the storm ?? here , in their world , it was quiet before the APOCALYPSE. the only thing you could do was get as many glasses of alcohol into your system before it all came back around. maybe say goodbye to those you loved , but in the woman’s case , that wasn’t something she had to worry about. plain lips met the colt glass of the bottle , swinging it back to get as much of the liquid as she could possibly handle. ‘ we were all civilians && we all learned the hard way to grow some common sense. why can’t they do the same thing ?? ’ she reminded him , however her tone showing no signs of aggression or defiance. off or on duty , the soldier saw rick as her colonel his words were law && she respected them.
His gaze was on Piper before she presented him with a rather difficult question. It seemed simple to him, but he’d been brought up in this line of work–military–while the road Piper had to travel to stand before the man was less… traditional. The modest, amber, glass of whiskey showed up and Flag dropped his stare on the rim of it. The ripples that shook from the liquids center. “We’d face much more disappointment if we expected every person to be that smart.” Rick said to start, a bit of humor in his tone before he gave his preferred answer, “And… what I do every day is to ensure civilians don’t have to know what we know, face what we face… I’ll take the happy and ignorant drunks. It means I’ve done my job.” Though, many military would like to demand more respect, understanding–it wasn’t healthy to lay back and take the world, government, as they were with such indifference. Yet the Colonel still wouldn’t hold such impossible standards against the average citizen. He had plenty of other issues to lose sleep over day in and day out.