Not to tell stories or look at old pictures. Not to laugh or weep.
Comrades gather because they long to be with the men who once acted
at their best; men who suffered and sacrificed, who suffered and
stripped of their humanity. I did not pick these men. They were
delivered by fate and the military. But I know them in a way I know
no other men. I have never given anyone such trust.

They were willing to guard something more precious than my life.
They would have carried my reputation, the memory of me. It was
part of the bargain we all made, the reason we were so willing
to die for one another. As long as I have a memory, I will think
of them all, every day. I am sure that when I leave this world,
my last thought will be of my family and my comrades.

Such good men."

__Author unknown.