When I was there, a big stressor for everyone was, “Am I going to live or die?”. Some figured that they were going to die, no matter what, but they wanted to die in a way that they would think “honorable”. That lifted a lot of the stress. It still left a lot, but it was more manageable. Some decided that they were going to live, no matter, so that lifted a lot of the stress. I never felt that I was going to die, but I never felt that I was going to live, either. It was like reading a book. You can see the words on the current page, but you might turn the page and just see “The End” I lost all concept of personal future. I never got it back.