"During my first firefight, I was separated from my squad mates by a hail of gunfire. I was so sure that I was going to die. I remembered covering my head and screaming out in fear for help. Then, something snapped within me, like I had an epiphany. It was at that moment, I finally realized that life is finite. The end comes no matter what I do and the thought of losing it just didn't scare me anymore. The only thing that mattered to me, was how I wanted to go out. On my feet? Or on my knees?"