Let me tell you what GAR is. GAR is standing up against insurmountable odds, stoicly staring them in the face and challenging them to even try. GAR is strutting into a battle everyone knows you're going to lose, then turning around, winking, and making a witty remark before you begin the fight to your death. GAR is swaggering up to someone who could wipe you off the face of the earth with a single move, looking them in the eye, and spitting in their face. GAR is swearing revenge for the death of your family member/close friend, and going against all logic to do it. GAR is dying for the good of the cause, and telling your comrades to fight on with your final breath as the rain falls down, mingling with the tears.
That, my friend. That is GAR.
He's not going to die the glorious death of a man squaring off against his greatest enemy, while the hopes and dreams of all are pinned on him. He's not going to die from a fatal wound inflicted while defending innocents and fighting with hot blood and courage. His comrades will not forever remember him, and he will not have his name sung by poets.