Go die for me. Go die for me to put me at ease. If you don’t die, consider yourself dead. It’s the only way to cope with my goal. When you return, if you return, don’t expect a grand welcome. You did your job, my job. Be thankful that we gave you that. Now be like the rest of us, just like the rest of us. What you have seen and experienced is lost, what you have gained is an illusion. Once your clothes are like ours, you will be just like us. Another face, in another place. One far from which you imagined. One far from which you died for.
If only you knew. If only we knew. We’ve spent so long hiding under the blanket that we believe protects us. Not all in vain, for protect it does, from which it doesn’t want us to see. We are disrespectful because we don’t know. Your life was our ideal which they made sure did not become more. If only we knew, and if only you knew.
Despite our protections we are human, and as human we are bound to compassion, one deeper than any other animal known. Those that stand up for the rest of us, for an ideal we take for granted, are nothing less than heroes. We pretend like you are mortal, yet you are immortalized in our minds and hearts.
You do not know my name, nor I yours, but that is not what defines us. You were there when I needed you most, and you where there when no one else would stand up for me. You are our passion. You are our goal. You are life defined. So much so that you exist beyond life and belief, a living legend among those who cannot comprehend. Please do not tire, please do not dismay, please do not give up. We will never forget. I promise.
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“Here rests, in honored glory, a comrade in arms known but to God.”
