How do you cope with the thought that in the case of extratrerrestrial or intergalactic warfare that you might be one of hundreds, thousands, or millions, destined to die based on how good your commanding officer's tummy feels?
Watching LotGH for the first time and I can't help but feel trapped immediately in an existential crisis of "If that were me". Starring the ubermensch offspring of operation Paperclip and rural bastard prince bloods survivors of a post Xi Jinpimg China Edition.