How is? How does your logic get to the point that you fall into wild extremes, transferring your cynicism to absolutely inappropriate comparisons? Fuck, I don’t hurt in the entrance, but I wear big shoes in the summer (stiles or, at a bad end, hooks), and I hide as someone looks at me. I am so comfortable. And to questions like "you don’t bother such shoes" I just don’t respond. Why are you shifting your comfort zone to really inappropriate things? Tip, today he wears socks with sandals, tomorrow in the entrances, after tomorrow - he will sell the homeland, right?

Because this is the logic of the soldier, it is like this:
The point is not that you lack a button, but to get you in order. Today you don’t sew the button, and so you start to lordry. Tomorrow you will find it difficult to disassemble and clean the rifle, after tomorrow you will forget in some tractor your stick and finally fall asleep at the post.