The first time, I slept through it. Second time, I was one of the casualties, along with 50% of all living creatures in the known universe. Third time, our friends managed to undo the whole 'half of existence wiped out' thing, but we lost a few in the process. And that's when the only person I had left I had decided to
War I lost everyone in was the one they call World War II. Lost myself. Didn't get back for seventy years. By then, nearly everything else in my life was already gone.
I said I have a reputation for being surly. There's a difference.