What can be more noble than to slay oneself? Not literally. … But to extinguish the selfish self within, that part which looks only to its own preservation, to save its own skin. … When a warrior fights not for himself, but for his brothers, when his most passionately sought goal is neither glory nor his own life’s preservation, but to spend his substance for them, his comrades, not to abandon them, not to prove unworthy of them, then his heart truly has achieved contempt for death, and with that he transcends himself and his actions touch the sublime. That is why the true warrior cannot speak of battle save to his brothers who have been there with him. The truth is too holy, too sacred for words.
– Steven Pressfield, Gates of Fire