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.