I had a buddy who was ex-marine and active FBI agent. I used to worry about carrying my helmet into restaurants and stuff. He never worried about any of that. I guess he’d seen enough bad stuff that little thing like that just had no place anymore in his thinking. I didn’t change, maybe couldn’t change, but that always stuck with me. He was free to not worry. Maybe it was a bumpy life for him beyond that, but I don’t think so.