OldFUTGuy

"We live in a Galaxy that has sector borders, and those borders have to be guarded by men with blasters. Who’s gonna do it? You? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the Rebel insurgents and you curse the Imperial Fleet. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that Leia's torture, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, SAVES LIVES. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at receptions, you want me on that Death Star. You need me on that Death Star. We use words like order, peace, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending an Empire. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very security that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said 'thank you' and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a blaster and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a DAMN what you think you are entitled to!"