It's peacetime. Nothing is happening. Everything becomes redundant so you get complacent. Everyday is Groundhog Day. You begin to fall into a trance and sleep with your eyes open. Try fire a few loud guns and shoot some missiles. Pop some firecrackers. Clap your hands next to the driver's ears. Play loud rock music. Cannot help. Sleep, baby, sleeeeeeep. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.