| Today marks a moment in history ... It is the Closing of an Era. Imagination is one of the most remarkable qualities that God has gifted men with. And it is an Era of imagination that is coming to a close. in 1941a man named Jack Kirby drew out perhaps what would become the latter half of the 20th centurie's greatest symbol of American pride and heritage. He penned for the first time a young man named Steve Rogers. A frail youth stricken by disease, but with a passion for his country, Steve attempted to enlist in teh Armed Forces. He was of course deied. Then, as if fate, destiny, and providence had all agreed in unison. Steve was offeder a chance to take part in the greatest experiment of their time. An early genetic effort transformed Steve's weak body into the pinacle of human fitness. Soon after he doned a Red, White, and Ble uniform. A symbol more than a uniform really. Stever Rogers became Captain America. Stever Rogers became the living breathing embodiment of all that was ever good about America. Our Hopes and Our Dreams. Our Justice and our Liberty.Our Strengths and our Power. Our Heritage and our Foundations. Steve did not only stand for those things ... he became them. Today ... on this day ... the 7th of March in the year 2007. Steve Rogers, Soldier, Patriot, The Sentinal of Liberty, Guardian of Truth, Justice, and the American way, Captain America, and my Hero since I was 5 ... died. Farewell old friend ... it is because of you that I so dearly love the Land that Birthed me. It is becasue of you that all of the things God has taught me found an open heart and fertile soil to grow in. It is becasue of you that I dare to imagine things beyond that which is norally possible. It is because of you that I believe there really are Heroes in this dismal world. Farewell. 
Tell me that I did not give my all for you in vain That brothers and sisters do not look upon my sacrifice With hateful, Or even worse, Uncaring disdain.
Do not forget me when my valley’s hushed And white with snow, Grass growing green in the summer of my meadow Help me see the peace I lived and died for grow.
Make my lonely grave richer, Sweeter be... Make this truly, "The land of the free And the home of the brave," I gave my life to save That I might too, lie eternally, Forever free... |