"There’s a storm inside of us. I’ve heard many team guys speak of this. A burning. A river. A drive. An unrelenting desire to push yourself harder and further than anyone could think possible. Pushing ourselves into those cold, dark corners where the bad things live, where the bad things fight. We wanted that fight at the highest volume. A loud fight. The loudest, coldest, hottest, most unpleasant of the unpleasant fights
Brave men have fought and died building the proud tradition and fear of reputation that I am bound to uphold. I died up on that mountain. There is no question a part of me will forever be up on that mountain, dead as my brothers died. But there is a part of me that lived. Because of my brothers, because of them, I am still alive, and I can never forget that no matter how much it hurts, how dark it gets, or how hard you fall… you are never out of the fight."