We have the will to fight. We learn from our predecessors how to ply our trade. The experiences that we collect start to define who we are, what we stand for and how we value our lives. Most men have the sense and reality of death at some point during service to our nation.

After you have stepped off a Black Hawk or landed in a C-17 safely back at your home station, you start to lose that reality. Each time you add another deployment, another mission, another firefight, you slowly become invincible.

If we have made it through all those missions and deployments, how can we lose our life in the mundane of our days back in the United States? These are feelings that I and many others in Special Operation have felt through our time in and out of service. I know personally, after I was out of Ranger Battalion, I had a misguided sense of security about my safety.

There is something about having rounds ricochet feet from your position and seeing your brothers make it home after nearly being killed by a suicide bomber that makes you lose all consideration of dying on home soil.