For one we are not another self rewarding Clan!
We fight not for our gain but for the better of others, lets turn this game into something worthwhile and be the best of the best!
You may ask why be the best, but it is for a reason so deer to me that indescribable. When you enter a tournament and fight against some of the best Clans, and teamed players you get this attitude that makes you, not want to give up. Something so few people have in the world today, and something un-sung for its greatness and beauty.
But what you get from tournaments are prizes! Sometimes money prizes or games, consoles a like, but this can be sold for money or traded to bring something with more justice to a cause. To give someone something who gave all for you, and to give them a better life. To provide for what they should have, and to donate something that you would not have today, if they did not make that sacrafice so many years ago. Do not forget the way in which you have freedom today, and how it was given so generously and how others payed with their lives even before many of you were born into the world.
With this money, we can afford new memorials and use it to express more ways in which they can be remembered.
BUT REMEMBER! YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DONATE THE MONEY, SO WE ARE
NOT ORDERING YOU TO DO SO, AS YOU STILL KEEP THE FREEDOM THESE MEN GAVE YOU TODAY. BUT PLEASE REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE TODAY AND REALISE WHY YOU HAVE IT TO HOLD WITH YO AND CHARISH.
BELOW IS WRITEING THAT WE HAVE PUT IN BLACK TO SHOW HOW UN-SUNG SUCH MATTERS ARE IN THE WORLD, WITH YOUR CHOICES, PAINT THESE WORDS IN GOLD SO THAT THEY CAN SHINE ACROSS THE WORLD, AND BRING LIGHT TO OTHERS.
There’s a wall of marble
Five hundred feet long -
Ten feet high, scribed with names
Of those who died, the strong.
There’s more than fifty-eight thousand
Etched upon that stone -
Most of them died so young
This life, they’ve never known.
It’s such a small tribute
To those who fought our war -
Such a small price we pay
To those who gave much more.
Their name carved in a rock
That most of us won’t read -
Not near enough praise to give
For their most gracious deed.
Seems there’s too many of us
Who don’t really seem to care
That we stayed home secure and safe
While they died over there.
Remember when you see that Wall
With all those initials and names
That those men were only pawns
In one more of those deadly games.
Let’s hope what they gave had meaning -
And that peace will always reign -
That we won’t have to send our young
To fight and die again.
