Narrator: It doesn't matter how good a soldier you are, how famous your command, or how many times you've cheated the reaper. You've still got to die sometime.
Narrator: There's no shame in this, especially not if you're being hosed down with a stream of hot protons in a surprise attack. No, there's no shame at all.
Narrator: You'll die happier, though, if you can take at least one of them with you.
Narrator: It may be a stretch to call it "happy," what with the agonizing burns, the blindness, and the pungent smell of burnt you, but hey, that's the ride you signed up for, Colonel.