“One day. All this would be over. The war to end all wars will be won by one side or the other. Guns will rust grass will grow and there will be nothing left of this. The land will heal it self, as everything does in the end. We will be long gone by then but maybe not forgotten. History only remembers one in a thousand of us. And the future will be field with stories of who we were, and what we did. How we lived, how we fought. And how we died. When this is all over and war is won, they will, remember us. But until that day comes. We will stand. We will look death in the eye. And we will fight.”