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The Birth and Death of a Legend
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May. 19th, 2009 @ 09:05 pm
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November, 1940.
It was the stories of the Nazi invasion of Poland that upset the young man. Civilians shot in the street. Bodies piling up by the side of the road. Stories of children separated from their parents, and people being taken away to internment camps... and the young man knows that these camps can't be good.
And then there was that terrifying Nazi with that grotesque Halloween mask. A horrible red skull for a head.
That told him everything he needed to know. The Nazis were about death.
That's why he's standing here in line for enlistment, waiting for his chance to serve his country. The US is sure to get involved in this war soon, to take a stand against the evil of the Nazis. He's sure of it. And when that happens, he wants to do his part. To stand up for the people who need it.
So when they hand him his paper, he's unsurprisingly upset.
"4F?!" he demands.
The doctor glances up at the young man, annoyed. "According to your application, you've had just about every ailment in the book."
"So?!" the youth insists. "That shouldn't stop me from enlisting. You have to let me fight for my country!"
Behind him, the other men in line growl their frustration at the youth who's stalling them. But the young man refuses to budge.
Before the doctor can react, however, a man dressed in a general's uniform steps to the young man's side.
"Excuse me, son," the general says, "but you seem to be having some trouble."
The youth looks up at the general, concerned. "Yes, sir. I'd like to fight for my country. But they're giving me a 4F."
"I may be able to help," the general explains. At his side, there's an older man in a white coat who looks the youth over carefully, grinning and making the occasional mark on a notepad. "Are you sincere in your desire to help your country?"
"Yes, sir," the youth replies. "I'll do anything!"
"What's your name, son?" the general asks.
"Steve Rogers," the youth replies.
"Well, Mr. Rogers... you may just have that chance." He smiles tightly, then turns to go. “Lieutenant Glass, make the arrangements.”
A woman steps forward dressed in a Lieutenant’s uniform. “A car will accompany you to your residence. We’ll be flying to Washington tonight. And Mr. Rogers… bring several days’ worth of clothes…”
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A Brief History Of the Universe
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May. 10th, 2009 @ 01:57 am
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It was with the death of the last universe that a new universe was born – creating Eternity itself.
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