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Part 1: Ancient Heroes
Wednesday, January 4th, 2006 by admiralHere we lived, here we died;
Here we loved, Here we cried.
To stand with honor, to lie with grace;
A lonely grave is a lonely place.
I always wanted to be an ancient hero; a man who was remembered by future generations and respected. I wanted my life to have purpose and meaning. Above all, I wanted to be missed in my passing, even by the children of generations whom I knew that I would not live to meet in this world. However, I ended up being a lazy, good for nothing, malcontent. Dear God, how ever did I come to this place?
In a time before my memory was clear as it is of more recent days, I remember a common day on the playground of my youth. There was nothing unusual about me. I knew, even in those days, that I was nothing special. The other children avoided me. It may even have been true that I never played.
