Discarded soldiers of the war between empty insides and gluttony inducing grease patties lay unnoticed on a crumpled napkin. Little peanut shells strewn forgotten, their service unrecognized. Their impact rapidly regressed from a thankful chorus of “cool, free peanuts!” to complete anonymity as their small, crushed bodies fell on the floor to make room for the real event: burgers and fries. There are no medals for these heroes. Their time has passed. We know their true value: these brave souls lay shattered as we trod the line between ready for a burger and flat out hanger. Then, they saved us. All of us. But now? Nothing but mere peanuts.