Can you accept the last breaths of your enemy? Staring eye to eye; blood-spattered and beaten. Can you accept the rise and fall of the final few breaths?
You’ve never fought for your life.
You’ve never fought the kiss of death lying at your bedside.
You’ve never fought through agonizing pain.
You’ve never fought through mental torment.
Be careful how you word things; you just might get to experience them.