 This is my life. And this is my life. And this is my life. And this is my life. So far, we've been taking a lot of contact. Maybe just like a pop shot here, there. Maybe just like a random RPG or more of a round. But honestly, there hasn't been much going down. We've been starting to pull away, going, heading back up north and being ready to get extracted. I mean, we're pretty much worn out. I mean, whatever we could do to stay sane. Drink water. Everyone's been making bread. One of the guys, he has some speakers and we play music. Food, sleep, without any disturbances. Not getting shot at every day or anything like that. Being able to talk to friends and family, tell them I'm alright. Mostly everyone just finally finds a piece. They realize that it's their job and they just got to push on through it and make the best of it, keep on going. We are all okay and we're fine and ready to go back home.