The one minute. The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.
Soldiers understand losing is part of the journey, so long as their leader does not believe it the destination.
You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy’s pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think… it wasn’t you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers… we don’t wear masks, yeah? We don’t get that privilege.