Something I read years ago as a kid has stuck with me all these years.
it was a boy scout book and in it had a short story about some explorers in the late 1890s in labrador who got delayed and caught in the dead of winter. It was really a story about how important it is to be able to make a fire, anywhere, any time, even in a blizzard. That was the only thing that kept them alive for weeks. They were starving and almost delerious and near death. Out of desperation, they had to boil water and make a broth with their moccasins just to stay alive. But what stuck with me was something he said. He said that they were sure they were going to die, it was just a matter of when. They didnt want to die; their will to live was stiill there. But he said they had a peace about it and were not scared. He said he is convinced that in the moment of imminent death, the almighty robs us of our fears and allows us to pass into the next world with peace in our hearts.
dont know that it's true, but something I ponder every now.