You just have to believe that what you’re doing really matters, and then the fear can’t control you.
No matter how traumatic the loss is, you only have so much emotional stamina. Even grief can get used up.
I fought for my planet. I fought for money. Was a time I would have said I fought for honor. In the end, the only thing that matters is fighting for who’s covering your flank. Doesn’t matter if they’re saints or a**holes. They’re your people. They watch your back and you watch theirs, or you’ve got nothing.