After a day of Call of Duty and Band of Brothers I just suffered another of those cider-induced awakening moments. I think I just realised my mortality. All these millions of people fell victim to violent, horrible deaths to protect our freedom. True heroes who climbed over trenches, jumped out of planes and stormed the shores to almost certain death for their cause. They'll never be forgotten, right? Well how many people can you name who fought in the great wars? Maybe the odd grandparent, that's all. My point is, these people made the ultimate sacrifice doing something terribly bold, and for what? Two generations have gone by and no-one even remembers their names. If no-one remembers them then what hope do I have? - I've done nothing great or memorable. And even if I did, I'd still be soon forgotten. I mean really, why bother? If I'm to be dead and forgotten in the end what is the point in existing at all? Why does it matter if I achieve anything, or if I live or die if all I am is a biological robot prolonging the inevitable until I cease and memories fade - a mere speckle on the scale of time. Then there's music. It's weird; it picks me up and shakes me around. Fuck it, if the above's true then I may at least have fun! Enjoy the time I have and forget being remembered. Tomorrow's another day and I have it all. Good health, good friends and at least some youth left. I wanna have fun, and if we can do something amazing at the same time, let's be remembered for two generations. It's better then being instantly forgotten right? Let's find out. See you tomorrow everyone. No more cider now. Goodnight.