Battle of Wits

I don’t talk back, I don’t make my needs and wants clear enough, which is why they don’t get met; it dawns on me I’m afraid of losing, not the battle, but the soldier, the opponent that should take part of my own army who has now become a clear enemy. I try an undercover attack, always defending myself, never really an overt attack. Attacking is dangerous, for the enemy – or companion soldier over the trenches – might end up dead and that would mean the battle is lost.