Just go one day at a time. We're in that type of season where we have to wait and protect our faith. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, God is strengthening you within these moments. It won't always feel heavy. It won't always be so dreary. Not any season is permanent. I, myself, am moving through this time with major limps but that suffering helps to humble us. God can create a cross of out anything in your life. That cross helps you to become friends with God and gain empathy for your fellow man. Just imagine the joy that comes when you overcome these trials. You've come an extraordinarily long way. This is not the end. It's just the beginning. Never ever let your hope die.
(ULTRA Pepe Lives Matter)
About a million years ago, I was crew flying in H-3 Sikorsky Big Mothers (helos built for search and rescue, combat). We got on station outside Vinh by a few miles, over blue water, about the beginning of Tet 68. We were a well trained crew, better than any others. We were rotating (flying pattern) when an A-4 called emergency, went down inland North Vietnam. Since we were new on station, the controllers sent 'experienced' crews in. Vinh was a corridor where the NVA, not being stupid, set up anti-aircraft batteries. The first arrival, an H-2 Kaman ('Kaman's coffin') headed in and was perforated by AA and 12.7mm machine gun fire, turned around and headed back to sea, going down about 2 miles out. The next H-2 did about the same thing, now two crews in the water. Controllers sent in two H-46s, one to pick up the downed crews, the other to go inland. That bird got hit big time, and went down about 1.5 miles out. All three were lost, the crews survived.
With some hesitation, control called our Big Mother, asking if we wanted to give it a try. We had a damned good pilot, who got on the ICS (intercom) and asked if we were willing to try. All of us simply said, "What the hell are you waiting for?" There was a pilot down in the jungle, he needed out. So our pilot says, 'going down on deck, all out, we'll gain altitude a quarter mile out and swing by at angels 2.' Those little NVA had no chance; it was the first time they saw such a thing, a rather large helo coming at them at 210Kt and swinging up and over. We didn't take a single hit. We got the pilot out. From then on, the Big Mothers were the USN prime CSAR crews. What's this got to do with anything? We had faith we could get through. We did it time after time.
At this point, we're under psychological fire, with some other ffs thrown in. But if you look at the situ from altitude, you cannot conclude that there is a massive operation underway, and the 'empire' is losing. Have faith, my friends, we WILL win, and the creeps will pay for their sins.