The Attacks Of 9/11 Came Out Of

The Cause Doesn't Have To Be Righteous And Battle Doesn't Have To Be Winnable; But Over And Over Again Throughout History, Men Have Chosen To Die In Battle With Their Friends Rather Than To Flee On Their Own And Survive.

An Adventure Is A Situation Where The Outcome Is Not Entirely Within Your Control. It Is Up To Fate, In Other Words

Soldiers Join The Military To Serve Their Country, But When Bullets Are Flying, It's Hard To Fight For An Abstract Notion Like Patriotism. They're Fighting For The People Standing Next To Them, And It Doesn't Matter Who's A Republican Or A Democrat, Or Who's Black Or White Or Christian Or Muslim Or Gay Or Straight. If Congress And All Americans Could Manage To Ignore Those Differences, We Would Have A Perfect Country, But Somehow We Cannot Rise To That Level Of Nobility.

The Negative Effects Of Combat Were Nightmares, And I'd Get Jumpy Around Certain Noises And Stuff, But You'd Have That After A Car Accident Or A Bad Divorce. Life's Filled With Trauma. You Don't Need To Go To War To Find It It's Going To Find You. We All Deal With It, And The Effects Go Away After Awhile. At Least They Did For Me.

The Most Profound Question Is, "what Would I Risk Dying For?" The Natural Answer Is "for My Family." But For Most Of History, We Didn't Live In Families. We Lived In Small Communities That Gave Us Our Sense Of Safety And Place In The World, So The Natural Answer Would Be "for My People." The Blessing And The Tragedy Of Modern Life Is That We Don't Need Our Community To Survive Anymore. When We Lose That Idea, We Lose A Sense Of Who We Are.