I'll take a few words of reassurance.
Soldiers need that every now and then.
As a kid in the late 50s and 60s, we were poor. Dad had two major cancer operations and we had no insurance. Mom cleaned motels rooms for money. I worked on a farm during summers. There were no food stamps or social nets in those days (we did take advantage of a government surplus food program when my mom got certain canned good on a regular basis for free).
We didn't experience crime in the Midwest small city where I lived, in my neighborhood anyway. Nothing like today. For years we didn't even lock our doors. What a different world that was. Looking back, it almost seemed like a dream now, not in the sense everything was so wonderful, but in the sense it doesn't seem real.
Everybody knows this is nowhere.