Everything that you thought had meaning.
every hope, dream, or moment of
happiness. None of it matters as you lie
bleeding out on the battlefield. None of it
changes what a speeding rock does to a
body. We all die. But does that mean our
lives are meaningless. Does that mean that
there was no point in our being born. Would
you say that of our slain comrades. What
about their lives, were they meaningless.
They were not, their memory serves as
an example to us all! The courageous
fallen, the anguished fallen, their lives
have meaning because we, the living
refuse to forget them and as we ride to
certain death, we trust our successors to
do the same for us! Because my soldiers
do not buckle or yield when faced with the
cruelty of this world! MY SOLDIERS PUSH
FORWARD! MY SOLDIERS SCREAM OUT!
MY SOLDIERS RAGE!
~~~Commander Erwin Smith