Back in the early 2000s, I started flying international. Europe in particular. It was winter, and it was 3 months before I ever saw the ground when in the descent phase of the flight. And it was cold. The very definition of 'bone chilling' cold. I remember thinking how bad it sucked walking to the heated crew van. Then I thought about those men that spent month after month out in that same cold. Fighting for their very lives. THAT was hardship.
There are not many of those men left. Thank them when you see them. I do.
Young people as a whole in this country today are pussies by comparison. Convince me otherwise.