Sometimes we're forced to make choices that we never dreamed we'd make, to do things we never dreamed we'd do. We don't get to choose those times, and we don't have time to think about the decision we make. There is no time to consider it. If we've lived well, we're prepared to make the hard decisions.
But they're difficult. They hurt.
We can't consider love, family, country, or life. We can't regret. We consider only what is right and truth. Hard, painful truth. The realization of this is nearly unbearable because it means all you know, have ever known, is now behind you.
And you can't go back. Dare not even look.
If you succeed. And survive it. It will be the measure of your character, of your own integrity, and your determination to hold to truth at any cost.
Any cost. The sum is staggering.
When it is done, what remains resembles images of Hiroshima. There'll be nothing left. Not even hope. No stone upon another. Just keep your eyes on the path and moving toward the light.
You won't see it. Just remember it is there. Ahead of you.
