Regret sometimes causes us to wonder what might have happened otherwise. This is not a fantasy of any other thing, but to have done the right thing, at the right time, rather than far too late. The cost of doing the right thing, however, is often very high.
Greatness Awaits You. Today. Prepare yourself to embrace the price though.
Imagine that you are sending someone into the teeth of the enemy, only to be butchered... but for the best of all possible causes. What sort of story are you going to tell them? A story of glory and righteousness, or of being a mere cog in a machine, a tiny footnote?
What story will you tell of them when they are gone?