We showed up.
We stood up.
We stepped forward.
We raised our right hands.
We mailed our letters home.
We shuffled, then stood in the door.
We jumped.
We walked through the fire.
We did not dodge.
We did not evade.
... We did not run.
We did not hide.
We did not leave a friend behind.
Consequently…
We have nothing to prove.
We have no stories to tell.
We have no one to convince.
Those who matter, already know.
Those who don't, never will.
We few.
We Band of Brothers.
We Moatengators...
Auteur: José N. Harris