Last month, on October 21, my brother and I joined George VI's British Royal Army Guard to suppress the Nazi regime and seek political and social justice. I was a young man of only seventeen and my approach to politics and religion was little practiced at that time. In truth, the spirit that inspired me had nothing to do with any noble factors. There was no careful and articulate reasoning that led me to this conclusion, nor was I a patriotic citizen who believed so strongly in the country's cause that he was willing to lay down his life for it. I was in fact a simple man of seventeen who wanted only his pocket's worth from his company and granted the protection and service of its promises. It therefore did not surprise me that after joining this particular cause out of ignorance and blind indifference I had failed to meet its exacting expectations. It goes without saying that I share this memory with you and I share it with you. My name is James Wyard and this is my account of the incident in Cornwall. The night was young and the church bells screamed with laughter. The Cornish town was celebrating its annual festival with parades of bottled white beer and red spirits. The invitation was open to anyone and the provocative colors unleashed with open arms were too good for the 764 team. “Come on guys. Hurry!" What if we get caught? What if he finds out?" Charlie's trembling voice rang through the air as David, Pascal and I marched through the brown hazel grove. Walking in agony, it was clear that Charlie's expression radiated doubt. “Charlie, there!” Grabbing a nearby flower, David threw a rose into Charlie's arms. Pascal chuckled softly. "What's this for?" double our number. "Roger foreman 755, how many are we?" I sighed. The world was turning upside down in fire and destruction. As I looked out and prayed in this ungodly hour, my veins rippled with fear because I had realized something. Charlie, Pascal, David and I were all part of this world. Sooner or later everything would come and go, but I understood that we had a part to play and that I couldn't play mine. I looked at the radar screen and, as expected, there were numerous dots around our tired winds. “Roger leader of team 755. Are there any reinforcements headed this way? I trembled with fear and made a cross. “…No reinforcements. Above. Out” And so this story ends with these thankless words. I couldn't tell Pascal, David, Sarah and Charlie but I'll tell you. I am sorry.