Hail the Victorious!

What can be said about one who is doing an act of goodness and in the end is destroyed by it? Why is it in most cases of any sort in the actual real life sense of things does the supposed “good guy” not take victor at the end? In stories of many, the tales often end with the hero valiantly standing among the dead, praising the honorable dead at his or her feet. But, how often is that really seen, yes good is done everywhere constantly everyday. However; what happened to all those great hero’s that stood their ground and by the end the world knew their name? Were their names simply forgotten or has the age of greatness passed – long gone? Suppose someone wanted everyone, not just a few sorts of people but everyone, future generations, the elderly; what happens if someone wanted the victorious dead to be forgotten, a memory that happened to fade over time. 1

Maybe one situation is caused by angels that leave a mark of silence upon the young who are gifted beyond means of normality, we; of the normality have the ignorant sense to consider such different acts of being and behavior to be such heinous crimes and as such our only method to rid the normality of its difference is to thus destroy what is alien. 2

- What we don’t understand scares us, in which we seek to destroy what we don’t understand.3

Possibly it is because our closed minds that we have lost the great victorious dead. Is it really so sad to lose all of this, though? In a way it is; who is to be a hero among the young, who is left to teach honesty, the true way of hardship. Some may believe that there are many who can teach true honesty and virtues but, to tell stories of amazing tales of true valor, that is rare to any. In all sense it is deeply sad that stories are not told as often anymore, I do not mean the stories you may watch on a televised recording, I mean true stories, from word of mouth. The story that may change each time it’s told but still interesting every time it is heard. Over time we will all lose such great hero’s and their stories, if the only way to remember them is through old books and recordings so be it. But the earth will one day realize all the greatness they have lost in not hearing the many stories that still needed to be said.4

The only way for these tales to ever be heard or imagined is through the imagination of many who gather to hear the stories. This piece of writing is dedicated to the elderly, whose stories are forever true amazement, even beyond the stars above. Take time, listen to the words of old, and hear their rhymes, their laughs, and especially the emotion they portray. Each side of a tale is different so distant from the other but a wonder to hear. Many things can happen over a life time, and in the end they all are the hero’s, no matter what anyone says, they were here before everyone. We the youth are “everyone”. Hail the victorious dead, the people who built out society we live in today whether it be good or bad, honor them, for they are the first. 5

((If this sounded preachy sorry... but for some reason I woke up at two am and decided I had to write this, to remind people that there are still many tales that have been untold. They must be heard, for the sake of history and the preserving of Hero's.))6