Writing - Honor

Writing - Honor

Did they tell you this thing? Did your officers, your generals, your advisors put you up to it? They said to you that if you slipped me a poisoned dagger this night, or pressed small powder into the wine that you would save the lives of so many men?

That if you suffered this tiny indignity, this small lie, this small loss of honor, that you would instead be heralded a hero, you who prevented the loss of so many lives on the morrow.

Here we sit, us two, and roll dice on the night before a battle. As old comrades, as though we are friendly. I offer you terms, you deny them. We reminisce for days gone by.

Sip your wine.

Tomorrow, no quarter.

Writing - Remembrance Day

Writing - Remembrance Day

Forgive the late night ramblings of madmen.  Namely I.

Our house is quiet right now, half the household is out, working or partying, doing what they do I suppose.  I worked a full 10 hours today, then came home, ate some food and hung out with friends over the internet to play some games.

Tomorrow, I am waking up early with some of my compatriots, going down to Victory Square in the chilly November air and paying our respects.  We're going to wake up early, I'm probably going to shower and shave three weeks growth of beard off.  Don some nice clothing, and stand in the quiet of a tuesday morning while we listen to song, and poem, and the Last Post.