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Most people are afraid of death. The ending of a life. Although, I can say that I am among those individuals, yet, I can't. What I fear in death is that it might be a waste of one. To die with no meaning, to die in vain. What is so glorious about that? For example, dieing from alcohol poisoning, dieing because of hazing. What honor is in that? A captain goes down with his/her ship. That is a honorable death. Morales and obligations to do so. Saying he went down proudly with a fifth of vodka, what does that say? What prestige does that gain? What does that death do for all of his friends and family? What a waste, it think to myself. People dieng because of pointless reasons just piss me off. The reason that I bring this up is because, I strive not to have a pointless death. I want to have meaning. I envision myself sacrificing my live for someone elses. They needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. That when push comes to shove, I am willing to end my life in order to save someones elses. Maybe a family member, maybe a friend, maybe a girlfriend, someone who I silently care about, maybe even a complete stranger. I also envison myself dying for a hopeless cause. . . . .fighting a valiant, hopeless endeavor. Nothing would be more of a romantic death then that. Fighting for ones beliefs. Of course that brings up dieing for ones country. I will take a bullet to preserve freedom.......and also.......nothing would be more honorable then fighting with a allie of the United States. I see myself talking with a individual before some unknown attack or battle, I look up and see the Irish or British flag, and I turn to this individual and say, "It is a honor to die with you". In reading this, I hope you are not thinking of me as suicidal, but courageous. Will add more later.... |
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