If this were the Gulf War, this would be late January 1991, and we're grunts. We want to fight. We want to win. We want to see our enemies cast down and receive total victory. And we've been here in country five months, locked and loaded and ready to go.
Big picture time, that the grunts need to understand. Air is softening up the radar system; their weapons are blind. Air is blowing holes in their runways; their birds are grounded. Arty is sending round after round after round into their supply line, so they have no food, no water, no bullets. Day after day, mission after mission, load after load after load, the enemy is getting absolutely annihilated.
But from where you are, you just see planes in the sky, and nobody is giving you the GO signal. It's all good. Air and Arty are turning what was an army into a bunch of homeless guys. By the time we get the GO signal, the enemy are begging us to capture them so that they can eat. They're begging us not to eat them. They're loudly cheering for our leader, and loudly denouncing theirs. They don't know what has been happening for months, and could care less.
Patience is a virtue. If you think the stress on you to see these evil people go down is wearing YOU down, imagine what it is doing to THEM.
The Plan is good. Trust the Plan. Prepare for Victory. The Enemy are being turned into homeless beggars, and your lives are save.