I lived through the war. It's funny how the mind can play tricks with you during the night's darkest hour. Even the most resilient spirit can crack when you don't know if you'll be speaking white belt for the rest of your days.
But sometimes, just when you don't think things can get any worse.... sonetimes, they don't. And just when we lost all hope, the blue army showed up, royal and regal as ever. They fought back against the machines (at this point, I'm Sarah Connor). One by one, the white army fell. Against all odds, order was restored and the only white remaining on the battlefield were their flags.
And, so... on December 15th, I think not of Conor McGregor. I think not of Paige VanZant. Nor do I think of Dana or Joe. I think of our Boys in Blue.