He ran as he'd never run before, with neither hope nor despair. He ran because the world was divided into opposites and his side had already been chosen for him, his only choice being whether or not to play his part with heart and courage. He ran because fate had placed him in a position of responsibility and he had accepted the burden. He ran because his self-respect required it. He ran because he loved his friends and this was the only thing he could do to end the madness that was killing and maiming them.
I was a naval officer and aviator. I tested airplanes and got selected to be an astronaut later on.
I was commanding officer of a supersonic fighter squadron, F-8 Crusaders.
Jesus Christ was God's revenue officer.
On 24 August 1939, as an officer in the reserve, I had to join my regiment in Potsdam.
At Clements, I was an officer in Thespian Troupe No. 3689.
