I guess it's only right that I feel this pain of guilt. Perhaps if I had come sooner to your rescue, you would still be here with me.
But you know I'd have taken the bullet for you if I saw it, or maybe I just got lucky, maybe I should be thankful to God for the level I attained; but each time I close my eyes to pray and thank him, I can only see the pains of those that I left behind.
It's the guilt of a survivor.