viernes, 27 de mayo de 2011


Just because soldiers are on the same side right now doesn't mean they always will be. Having personal feelings about your comrades is one of the worst sins you can commit. Politics determine who you face on the battlefield. And politics are a living thing. They change along with the times. Yesterday's good might be tomorrow's evil.

People's values change over time. And so do the leaders of a country. So there's no such thing as an enemy in absolute terms. The enemies we fight are only in relative terms, constantly changing with the times.

Sooner or later, your conscience is going to bother you. In the end, you have to choose whether you're going to live as a soldier, or just another man with a gun.

What about you. What's it going to be? Loyalty to your country, or loyalty to me? Your country, or your old mentor? The mission, or your beliefs? Your duty to your unit, or your personal feelings? You don't know the truth yet. But sooner or later you'll have to choose.

Life's end... isn't it beautiful? It's almost tragic. When life ends, it gives off a final, lingering aroma. Light is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die. I've been waiting, for a long time. Waiting for your birth, your growth, and the finality of today.

It was November 1st 1951. I was in the Nevada desert, participating in Atomic testing... The name "nevadas" is derived from Spanish; "covered in snow, white as snow"... And snow is exactly what I saw in that Nevada desert - It froze my blood white.

Politics, economics, the arms race... They're all just arenas for meaningless competition. I'm sure you can see that. But the world itself has no boundries - no East, no West, no Cold War...
A world without communism and capitalism... that is the world I wanted to see... But reality continued to betray me.

One must die, and one must live.
There's only room for one Boss.
I raised you. I loved you. I've given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There is nothing more for me to give you. All that's left for you to take is my life...
By your own hand.

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