[He stands behind the small desk, looking out of the window but seeing not the white wall of the Tower, but the years gone by. All the misery, the pain, the blood, sweat and sometimes tears.]
...just a soldier. A man, holding his honor above all else.
[And he will never falter in that task. He owes it to too many to fail. Those he once called "brother".]
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Date: 2011-01-27 08:27 am (UTC)...just a soldier. A man, holding his honor above all else.
[And he will never falter in that task. He owes it to too many to fail. Those he once called "brother".]