The Glory of the Eag

He watched, unmoved, as tens of thousands of soldiers from all corners of France, resplendent in their fine uniforms, fought to the death for him. In his twenty years of military service, he had long since become accustomed to conquest and glory, to danger and death; such scenes no longer stirred him.,“I… I’m okay.” He replied, his voice laced with confusion and weariness.,A four-year-old child cannot possibly have any coherent memories or conscious judgments. All they can retrieve in their mind is a collection of fragmented images.。