I was younger than you are now, when I was given my first command.
I led my men straight into a massacre. I witnessed their deaths firsthand.
I made every mistake. I felt the shame rise in me. And even now, I lie awake,
knowing history has its eyes on me.
Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control: who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you.
But remember, from here on in, history has its eyes on you.