"Anak," his mother's voice echoed in his mind, "what I hate about your every assignment and mission is that you're always one knock away from Death's door."
True, there was his mother to think of, but he was a soldier--he had to serve the nation and consider the greater good.
This was his dream. Dead or alive, no matter what the consequences are, he was contented with this life.
The bomb exploded.
At any rate, that is happiness, to be dissolved into something complex and great.
He was the forty-fourth to fall.
