Slow death

I was wondering. How come a thing which was so tiny in size and almost has no value can create such a big "hoo ha" in an organisation? Something which is easily replaceable or replicate can go to such extend that makes me feel like I am the only one at fault. Eversince that "momentous" day, I have been asking myself whether did I volunteered to go for the duty on that day? And the answer is definitely NO. Did I not make everyone job easy by not asking them to do something which they won't like but maybe on the surface they might help? The answer is definitely YES. In the end, I felt like I am the only one suffering from this trauma. And why did this fcuking shit happens to me only till now?Is it God will?I think I am just plain tired of all these shit. Too tired to even think of the consequences. Who will ever understand our bitterness at work?I guess no one except the ones executing the job and not the ones who just NO ACTION TALK ONLY (NATO) personnel who just give some stupid instructions and we only have to follow quietly like a slave who is a worse than a dog. Hopefully these NATO will get a taste of their own medicine soon if they continues to be a dictator...