Write about: attrition.
Took a trip up to Penticton today to get groceries. I dropped Kat and the boys off at a friend's house so that they weren't stuck in the car for most of the day. Was basically successful in my errands. Even managed to avoid getting in a car accident when the car next to me (in the left turn lane) at an intersection decided to also go straight.
The road rage settled down eventually.
Though I feel it bubbling back up again now, so perhaps I should just get to writing...
"Status report, soldier."
"We continue to suffer heavy losses on the Eastern and Northern Fronts, sir."
"As does the enemy, I presume?"
"This is a war of attrition, soldier. Unfortunately for our enemy - and quite fortunately for us, it almost goes without saying - we began with superior numbers."
"What are you saying, sir?"
"It's simple math, soldier. As long as each of our men takes one of theirs out with him, we will emerge victorious!"
"But... you're talking about millions of lives lost, on both sides! Who would be left to celebrate a victory such as that?"
"Soldier, as long as I'm one of the ones with a glass of champagne in my hand at the end of this nasty bit of business... well, I dare say that's all I care about!"