But I didn’t care if it was fair; I cared that it was mine. Until that moment I had rage issues. I had an explosive killing temper. But even though the temptation in the ring would be to red-out and go berserk, I held myself in check, because everyone knows if you can’t control your violence, if you break those around you or yourself, you earn the lowest rank. You get marked as the worst soldier. I didn’t want to be the worst. I wanted to be the best. I wanted to make my brother proud.
