Those who are remembered, live.
I was never in the military, and at this point will not likely be.
I’ve always been more of a bard than a warrior, a dreamer more than a fighter. This was my father’s disappointment; but in his defense, he seemed to make peace with it before he died.
My civilian life does not mean that I forget the sacrifice of those who have died so that we can have the freedom to dream.
I don’t wish to get into a lot of flag-waving. But I acknowledge the debt. My father was a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marines and I know that’s not all he was. He was a provider, a strict disciplinarian, a hard man to know and to love. I owe some of who I am to him, and I am ultimately grateful for the life he gave me.
Tomorrow will be a day of remembrance for him and for others who went to war like he did and did not come back. In my games and stories, he’s there. If you have read them and played them, you will have encountered him, even if only shards and facets.
So, thank you for helping me remember him, and I hope you will take a moment to acknowledge and remember all those who’ve passed before and after him.