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Thursday, April 26, 2007;

So this is where our destiny has taken us.

The Start

High up in the skies or far below the earth,
Oft we try so hard, we give our all.
Success slips past us yet again.

As the world freezes, we too, freeze.
We watch as the world watches us.
As we run from this space,
tears stream down our face.

All the effort; progress,
That faint glimmer of hope,
All stuck in reverse.

Running, running in circles,
Minds in a crashing silence.

Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Let’s make a rush to the start.

It's a pity that 19 fine young men would have nothing to show for all they've done. Nothing to show for all the miles their legs clocked, nothing to show for the beads of sweat that drenched their shirts, nothing to show for putting their body on the line and being on the end of all those bruises, scars and injuries. We're not going to get that chance to study with a medal in our hands. It's a real pity.

Oh well. So what now Justin? What are you going to do on those afternoons after school anymore? In all honesty, I have no idea now.

To all my fellow brethren who are putting their bodies on the line for their teams,

I have this to say,

I know what's like to lose, to win, to want to quit, to want to cry, to not want to get up.
I know what it's like to hear the cheers and yells for you.
I know what it's like to feel the pressure of everyone on your shoulders,
I know how hard we've all trained and worked for this.
It's never easy with what we have,
the beauty is in turning it around making the most of it.

With this, I wish you all the best as you achieve for your team.

Justin,
Salutes the 19.


8:31 PM