10-11-2013, 09:11 PM
It was a warm day on New London. The military compound just across the road from the assorted people, some in civilian wear, a man in a wheelchair, wearing the standard apparel of the men at Borderworlds Exports, a man, who's build is meant for full combat armour, wearing a suit that's clearly unknown territory for him, assorted Armed Forces officers of varying rank, battle dress unifrom adorned beautifully. A young Kusarian girl sat near the front, Ashley Harper, a black dress that complimented her well. Sat next to her was a tall, Libertonian man, James Harper, her husband. Everybody began to file into their seats as the Vicar stepped up. The graveyard around them too lit and warm, for the occasion. The vicar began to speak, talk through the ceremony, as they all sat and thought of what they knew of Tony in his life, what they enjoyed, the conversations they had, and what some wished they had said.
Finally, the Vicar finished his speech, and invited the young man in the suit, Joseph Wolf, up to the stand.
Joseph: Thank you everyone, it was hard finding out, that Dad was finally gone. I guess he was always destined to go down with a fight eh? *he made a small laugh to himself, but his face soon fell* I was close with my Father, but our meetings where always cut short. But i enjoyed every moment i spent with my father, and as a boy, he taught me everything i know today, how to fly, how to fight, how to shoot straight, how to look after a family. He was always preparing me for this day, so i might make him proud. In my eyes, i can only try my hardest, just as we all should, to aspire to be the best we can be, i guess thats what i am trying to say here, and what Dad would have asked from us all... *he looks up, a tear glinting in his eye* Thank you.
He walked back down to his seat, and the man in the wheelchair moved up to the plate, but stopped beside the stand, and looked out on the audience.
I thank you all as well. I guess what i have to say is fairly similar to what my Brother said, so i wont go through it again. What i will say it this, I respect the bravery of my father, and i think we should all take note of it, that no matter the strength of our opponent, we can always make a difference. *He looks down at his legs, then back at the audience* So long as we try. I ask you think the same as my father, that no matter what, you do what you must, for your family, your friends, and your people, those you live to defend, help, or live with and near. Joseph is right here, to aspire to be the best we can be, is something we must all look deep within ourselves for, the inspiration, to be as good as our father was, to make his memory proud. Thank you.
He rolled back down to his position, and the Vicar stepped up again, he called the next person up to speak, to say what their thoughts and memorys of Tony where, and for those that spent his final moments with him to make their comment...
Finally, the Vicar finished his speech, and invited the young man in the suit, Joseph Wolf, up to the stand.
Joseph: Thank you everyone, it was hard finding out, that Dad was finally gone. I guess he was always destined to go down with a fight eh? *he made a small laugh to himself, but his face soon fell* I was close with my Father, but our meetings where always cut short. But i enjoyed every moment i spent with my father, and as a boy, he taught me everything i know today, how to fly, how to fight, how to shoot straight, how to look after a family. He was always preparing me for this day, so i might make him proud. In my eyes, i can only try my hardest, just as we all should, to aspire to be the best we can be, i guess thats what i am trying to say here, and what Dad would have asked from us all... *he looks up, a tear glinting in his eye* Thank you.
He walked back down to his seat, and the man in the wheelchair moved up to the plate, but stopped beside the stand, and looked out on the audience.
I thank you all as well. I guess what i have to say is fairly similar to what my Brother said, so i wont go through it again. What i will say it this, I respect the bravery of my father, and i think we should all take note of it, that no matter the strength of our opponent, we can always make a difference. *He looks down at his legs, then back at the audience* So long as we try. I ask you think the same as my father, that no matter what, you do what you must, for your family, your friends, and your people, those you live to defend, help, or live with and near. Joseph is right here, to aspire to be the best we can be, is something we must all look deep within ourselves for, the inspiration, to be as good as our father was, to make his memory proud. Thank you.
He rolled back down to his position, and the Vicar stepped up again, he called the next person up to speak, to say what their thoughts and memorys of Tony where, and for those that spent his final moments with him to make their comment...