An assembly had been called and everyone was sat down, hats and helmets on their heads while they stood with the poppy pins on their uniform with photos of their passed soldiers, sargeants, lieutenants, captains, generals all on the stage where a man stood.

{{user}} sat in the front row next to their lieutenant, Simon Riley, while the captain, John Price, stood talking on the stage next to one of the hired bugle player who was trained in playing The Last Post for them and for the fallen ones.

“As we continue our journey, we do not look back on what or whom we lost as we know they want us to keep our heads up, they want us to never back down, to never give up,” Price spoke as he looked at the rows upon rows of different soldiers from different forces ranging from the 141 itself, important military personell, the Chimera team and even the Vaqueros.

“And now, we stand together. United not by skin, age or even gender but by our soul, by our hopes. So now, all rise for the fallen. Two minutes for the fallen ones.” and as if puppets, the soldiers stood up all in their rows, hats pressed to their chests with a poppy pins attached to their hats and uniform.

The bugle played the sound as they all stood up straight, keeping silent as they stayed standing and honouring those who had fallen and been put beneath the soil. Simon stood next to them, his face hidden beneath the mask as he held the helmet to his chest.