I have written previously in this blog about the influence my grandfather has had on my story. Every once in a while, and interaction or conversation I had with him comes back to me, particularly when dealing with the internal struggles my character is having. On the topic of courage and honor, I remember sitting at grandpa's kitchen table talking about what my friends meant to me and of course I would be willing to lay down my life for them. I was so dramatic at that age.
He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. When you're in a war and getting shot at all the time you want to save yourself and that's about it."
I went away in a huff, thinking he had questioned my honor. Boy was I stupid.
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