Today, I’d like to talk about fear. Not the watered down, modern-day snowflake definition of “fear of not being accepted”, or “not being a part of the in crowd.” But fear of life and limb. Fear of having a sword enter your leg just above the kneecap, and exit your body from your arse. Fear of being trampled in close-in combat, where it’s all you can do to move your arms far enough to deliver a death blow to the adversary, before he does the same to you, kind of fear. Many people confuse the two, yet I’m here to tell you, they are very different. Most people will never know the second type of fear, although many of my breathen from combat deployments will.