In the first few pages of the book Born Standing Up, Steve says something poignant:
One can have, it turns out, an affection for the war years.
He was someone chasing something external: fame, glory, money or a version of these. Yet, in his dusk years — once he had achieved some of those, he valued his struggle more than his fame and glory.
For Steve, it was not about achieving these, it was, as I have come to call it: a good fight.