When the grenade bounced off my shoulder and landed next to me, I realized how foolish it was to think that death cared about my life plans.
When I was unable to stop the bleeding caused by the shrapnel, I learned that dying wasn’t scary, it was just sad.
I was supposed to have more time!
That morning, I had taken a picture of my awful deployment “beard” and sent it to my wife telling her I hoped that when we had children, our boys didn’t get my facial hair genes.
She said, "we'll find out soon... hopefully!"
We were going to start a family when I got back.
Now, slouched against a wall far far away from my wife, my mental clock told me I only had a few seconds left, and I felt overwhelming regret that we hadn't had children already.
Grief stricken, I closed my eyes and died...
...but I was given another chance!
Our medic managed to stop the bleeding just in time to save my life.
Today I am the father of 2 beautiful little girls and they are a constant reminder of the preciousness of time.
Key takeaway: Don't wait for tomorrow. Do it now.