That awe led to another feeling. Terror. I will never know the terror of being shot at, or shells landing within feet of me, or running forward towards an enemy who wanted me dead because they were scared or out of pure hatred. I can't imagine having a bullet strike me, a knife pierce me, or an explosion near me. How these men and women - including our current armed forces - dealt with the terror I'll never know.
Men and women who serve in military campaigns know the smell terror and history. They forge it. They live it. I'm thankful.