"Okay, here's the deal. We're out of options. The Cylons have got us pinned on this rock, and our only way out of here is to hold this place until Galactica can send a rescue party. So I've divided you into two teams, okay? Team one is gonna be distributing ammunition throughout the camp. Team two is gonna be making homemade tylium mines. I know that's not glamorous work, but we're going to need the extra firepower in case the Cylons decide to take a shot at us. Look, I know some of you are scared. And that's okay, 'cause I'm scared too. But if we keep our heads, and we do our jobs, we can do this. And we can all get out of here in one piece. Now, Barolay [Finally somebody said it out loud!] has a list of your names and your assignments. Make sure you get with her. See you outside." That was a lot of talking to do in one take, and Anders did it well. Apollo congratulates him -- still on military time -- about how honest and clear the speech was. "You'd make a good officer." Anders cocks a gun and is not on any kind of military time at all. "Officer, huh? Like you? Someone who swears an oath, and knows how to keep it?" Apollo tries to half-ass his reply in order to be gross some more, and Anders goes off. "Don't insult me, okay? I'm not stupid. I know how she is. We've been married for a year and a half. What, do you think you're the first?" WOW. Do you think that's true? I wouldn't put it past her, but that seems very Saul/Ellen and I don't know that we need to parallel them more than we already have. "I chose to marry Kara. That's my business. I don't know what the hell you think you're trying to do." And that's military time in a nutshell: "I'm trying to fight a war," Apollo says, exasperated. "I'm trying to get these people off this rock in one piece." No crying in baseball. "Anything for the cause, Major." I don't blame Anders, of course, and I don't blame him for not understanding that Lee/Kara is off the table today, but it's really frustrating to be on this side of the screen where you can't give him a hug and explain to him about how everybody has to be a Tin Man today or else nobody lives. And then, you know. Another hug. Maybe some spooning.