Why am I the one getting saddled with all these existential questions? You lived, it sucks, that doesn't make you worthless, that just makes you someone who's gone through some nasty shit and come out the other side. Shit happens, and some people make it and some people don't. That's kind of what war is.

'sides, death never stopped me from having a good time, so living shouldn't stop you from it, either.