The army teaches you to rely on yourself. It teaches you a whole lot of crap, like that some of those guys are real arseholes, and wouldn't stand a chance in the outside world. But you've got to laugh at that, man. It doesn't matter. It teaches you not to give a damn about anything, that nothing really matters.

I'm going to erase this tape.

They have girded on his shirt of mail, his cuissers well they've clasp'd, And they've harr'd the helm on his visage pale, and his hand the lance hath grasp'd And they have caught the old grey steed, the borse of Trebizond, […]

The first variate is characterized by second-person utterances that refer to the addressee as being aggressive and uncultural.