I don't mean to indulge you all into my personal life, but I felt this discussion is appropriate to share.

My fiance is down on her luck as her grandmother is suffering from alzheimers and cannot make our wedding.

I won a few pieces of gold, persay, in the relationship by offering that our honeymoon would be used to go visit her as a couple.

Of course this discussion was met with a good deal of crying.

Out if it came the question, "what makes you cry [nafod] I haven't seen you do it yet?"

To this I answered two things:

1. Whenever I've made a decision that favored me over my family. I wish not to continue discussing this.

2. And here is where it gets complicated. I tear up whenever I bear witness to greatness. To men who gave all they could for a cause they believed in. I tear up as I stand at the clump of trees on cemitary ridge outside of Gettysburg Pennsylvania. I tear up in Valley Forge Pennsylvania. Hell, I tear up watching Das Boot.

Simply because these men. From all nations, be they Americans, British, French, Dutch, Belgian, German, Russian, Turkish, Italian, Indian, Japanese, Chinese, what have you, all fought for, and in some cases died for, what they believed in.

Their willingness not only to fight, but also to die, for something, for anything, that they believed in... simply put--makes them better men then me.

Just wondering if anyone else feels the same, An odd allure to those who so willingly would put their bodies in front of an opposing force for any cause.