A Hero's Farewell

I will always remember that moment, the moment I realized my life needed a higher purpose. My cheeks felt the bite of the brisk October air as I stood there, rooted to my spot. Before me lies the flag of our country and below that a man who served it well. The stern focused look of the soldier saluting both man and flag sets the tone. The present saluting the everlasting past. The spirit under that flag is gone but the spirit of the flag lives on. We stand in an unusual anticipation for those solemn four notes that usher in the end of an era. The elegant notes float from the bugle held by a second soldier standing at attention. Precision. Such elegance in precision. Such respect in precision. The respect deserved by not just my grandfather, but every other man and woman that once laid beneath that flag. This is how I wish to be remembered, a hero. A hero that served his country and not his computer screen. The legacy of a high score is much less than that of a purple heart. A legacy for which I now strive. How will I be remembered. Will twenty-one shots be fire in my name or will I be put down in silence.