Rest and comfort are luxuries that do not befit a soldier on a battlefield.
I do have some say in this. Or do I?
How many soldiers would have volunteered if they’d known what it was going to be like? How many didn’t desert because they felt like they would have been cowards (in their own eyes) to do so?
At the end of the day, all we are talking about is discomfort. Everything that lives shies away from it. Yet nothing new is ever done without it.