Memories flicker through my mind, like old photographs coming to life. I think of my family, my friends, the life I am leaving behind I wonder what they will think of me, of my decision to become a kamikaze pilot. My grandpa and my father,.. they were all kamikaze pilots, it's a tradition in my family to sacrifice and bring honor to the family. I know what I am about to do. I've trained for it, prepared for it, and now the moment is here. But i cant, my hand weren't moving, my feet were still as stone. I wonder what my comrades would think if they could see me now, still flying, still alive. Would they see me as a failure, a coward who couldn't fulfill his mission? Or would they understand that sometimes, survival is the greatest victory of all? This mission isn't worth it my family are more important to me i couldn't leave them behind. There were many thing i want to tell them. So i decide to turn the plane around and go back to the base.