I know what she means. Perzackly.
For a while the guns thunder, the crew eager to serve the piece...

And send their missiles downrange in righteous wrath...

But eventually, the rage subsides, or the message is delivered, the mission accomplished, the target destroyed or in disarray... Or, sometimes, the bastards just grind you down, and the guns fall silent.

Which is why this place has been changing over the last few months.
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