It's amazing how something like this puts your life into perspective. I read the book on my first deployment to Iraq in 2003 and realized that on my 12th birthday while I was upset about something birthday party related that is so inconsequential I can't even remember what it was at this point, warriors halfway across the globe were fighting and dying to get to, protect, and evacuate their wounded and dead brothers, a few requesting to be put in the path of certain death without reservation so they could possibly provide cover long enough for a convoy to reach the second crash site before the Somali mob overtook it.
Before I whine or complain about something, I see this and think that better and braver men than I have dealt with worse and maybe I should just suck it up.