Death is still a fearful, frightening happening, and for me, the fear of death is that universal "fear of the unknown", even if we think that we may have mastered it. This is the one thing no one can escape. Seasoned, you might say! Well, I have a saying for that. You have to have walked the miles I have in my shoes, before you really know about the many things in this material universe are, and what they actually stand for. Everyone apparently experiences the fear of death in some degree, but reacts to it differently, or in their own way. Is it the same as hoping your fellow comrades don't bury you while you are still clinging to that last breath of life. You may want to ask yourself "when does life cease to exist?" Who makes this determination? It still leads into that age old problem, death is inevitable to each and everyone of us at some point in time. Who would make this determination you say. I truely don't know. No one without the vivid presence of knowledge can ever begin to describe the feelings and emotions of another. It starts a person to thinking about a lot of things about your fellow comrade and what brotherhood actually stands for. You have had to have been there. Everyone will have travel on that path to that undiscovered country someday.