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I'm not going to talk about anything else right now.
I am here, in DC. I am going to be on base in a few hours.
My hair is still red, and poppies do not look good in them at all, but they're there. They will stay there as long as I can get them to stay in. The cemetary looks beautiful, with all of its little flags.
(We cherish too, the poppy red that grows on fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the skies that blood of heroes never dies.)
I brought my flowers there this morning. To my family, to my friends.
To my Q. To Private 2nd Class Dover, who never got to be anything more than that because of me and my mistake. It was just an accident. It was never meant. I keep getting told he knew it was an accident. I don't think he even knew it was me who hit him. If I believed in any afterlife I'd be hoping he's forgiven me now that he's learned.
My generation has surpassed the Old Lie. We shall not tell it. We tell our friends and family and our children the new truth: if one must die, it is best to die with honor, but it is better still to live.
Solemn the drums thrill: death august and royal sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation and a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, they fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
It's time to go.
I am here, in DC. I am going to be on base in a few hours.
My hair is still red, and poppies do not look good in them at all, but they're there. They will stay there as long as I can get them to stay in. The cemetary looks beautiful, with all of its little flags.
(We cherish too, the poppy red that grows on fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the skies that blood of heroes never dies.)
I brought my flowers there this morning. To my family, to my friends.
To my Q. To Private 2nd Class Dover, who never got to be anything more than that because of me and my mistake. It was just an accident. It was never meant. I keep getting told he knew it was an accident. I don't think he even knew it was me who hit him. If I believed in any afterlife I'd be hoping he's forgiven me now that he's learned.
My generation has surpassed the Old Lie. We shall not tell it. We tell our friends and family and our children the new truth: if one must die, it is best to die with honor, but it is better still to live.
Solemn the drums thrill: death august and royal sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation and a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, they fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
It's time to go.