The only honorable, desirable kind of fear that shouldn't be feared is the fear of harm on a loved one. It's the kind of fear that leads to self-sacrifice and the kind of fear where you would truly jump in front of a bus to save another.

Knowing the truth is so minuscule compared to having the nerve to say it...and even more to live it.

Upon returning, the bloody, wounded warrior needs only but laugh at the spotless, armchair critic.