Imagine a few thousand bitter clingers who bolted, instead of waiting for the confiscation raids to reach them.
Or the bitter clinger that wandered home and looked in on the household from somewhere and realized that something was wrong. And just stayed fielded.
I don't know when I'm going to be home, unless you make an appointment with me. If I don't know what I'm doing, OPFOR darn sure can't.
/johnny