“Your blood egos don't matter anymore. We're dead!”

“I will be exalted among the heathen. I will be exalted in the earth.”

We were all excited as we boarded the plane. It was our first mission as Ghost Pilots. We had trained for years, and now we were finally going to be put to use.

We thought we were prepared for anything, but we weren't ready for what happened next. The plane was hit by enemy fire and we crashed into the ground.

I woke up in a daze, surrounded by the wreckage of the plane. I couldn't believe that we were actually dead. Then I saw him. The enemy pilot who had shot us down was standing over me, triumphant.

But then something amazing happened. Instead of feeling scared or angry, I felt nothing. I was no longer bound by my blood ego or my earthly desires. I was free!

The enemy pilot looked at me with confusion as I got up and walked away from the wreckage, exalted among the heathen and exalted in the earth.