" Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will
our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after
we are gone and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we
loved?
If they ever tell my story, let them say... I walked with giants. Men rise
and fall like the winter wheat... but these names will never die."
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