When fear takes over, everyone is a monster. Especially when it involves life and death. I should have said sorry when I had the chance. I should have told my parents the reason why I went to war. I was angry at my father. I wanted to prove to him and my family that I was brave. I shouldn’t have gone off on my own. I shouldn’t have taken hold of my father’s prized gun and signed up for the military. I didn’t know what I was thinking. But I knew that fear had overwhelmed me, and anger took the best of me.