[Recovering Hermit]

"I had a weird feeling come over me," Young recalled. "I had many emotions kick in at once. I felt a sense of purpose, happiness, and sorrow, which all hit me at once."

Here's hoping that purpose and happiness worked it's way to the top right quick.

Purpose - destroy the enemy.

Happiness - the enemy didn't destroy you.

Sorrow - the enemy was a fellow human being, however loose that definition is.

Nice work, soldier.

[celtic gal]

" Nice Work soldier"..

Really great comment but is should end " Nice work, Marine"