Death will come to all of us. Especially soldiers. It will come, inevitable as the sun. It is only to be feared if you fear what's on the other side of it. If you see darkness in your soul, rather than light. In a way, I suppose soldiers are gods. You give your life away so others will live in peace. Even if it's only fleeting. The ones that live carry part of you with them. Your deeds become seeds for theirs. The sacrifice carries forward. And in their final moments as a soldier, you know they will have to answer the same question you did in yours. With your life would you only create death, or with your death would you create life? That is my question to you. Commander Locke. How will you die? And for what? - Randall 037