A faint smile works its way into the corner of his eyes again.
"I've had many faces. Even this one is borrowed, though with permission of the owner." It was not a bragging statement, more like an apology in the way it was delivered. "Even President Lincoln misjudged the measure to which words may be remembered, alongside the deeds. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here."
The Shadow straightened his shoulders, looking out over the view and then taking a seat on a small wall near Von Hammer.
"There was once a rash young pilot who made flights during the night in the first war. Only in the beginning of his calling, he found himself facing who he thought was his equal not in the skies, but on foot. It was a tense hunt that cold night, but in the end that young pilot made a foolish mistake by threatening those in the care of that soldier. That was the night he relearned the value of a life."
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Date: 2012-06-18 04:31 am (UTC)"I've had many faces. Even this one is borrowed, though with permission of the owner." It was not a bragging statement, more like an apology in the way it was delivered. "Even President Lincoln misjudged the measure to which words may be remembered, alongside the deeds. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here."
The Shadow straightened his shoulders, looking out over the view and then taking a seat on a small wall near Von Hammer.
"There was once a rash young pilot who made flights during the night in the first war. Only in the beginning of his calling, he found himself facing who he thought was his equal not in the skies, but on foot. It was a tense hunt that cold night, but in the end that young pilot made a foolish mistake by threatening those in the care of that soldier. That was the night he relearned the value of a life."