I have never really welcomed
death, but rather accepted it as the
natural conclusion to its opposing force,
life.
As a
soldier I was
intimate with death and the gifts that she favored onto the
careless. And so I accepted it.
Fear? Do I fear death? I face death with the same trepidation that I face any
unkown equation. I am not convinced of the
afterlife, and so I simply accept death as
unavoidable and natural, but
I do not welcome her.