Alexander Hamilton: I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. This is where it gets me: on my feet, the enemy ahead of me. If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me, weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me. Then I remember my Eliza's expecting me... not only that, my Eliza's expecting. We gotta go, gotta get the job done, gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!