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Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Growing up in Qama, Drillani Zenjubo knew little in the way of comfort. He was always picking up strays with his first pet being a young mastiff pup he named Hugon. he never knew his family, and had to learn his way by running with another band of street kids. He admired the Fanguard that he would hear stories about and dreamed of becoming one. His first lesson was when he showed kindness to an urchan by sharing some food scraps. the urchan, seeing that Drill gave up his own food to feed his dog assumed he was stockpiling and holding back. he came upon drill in the night and tried robbing him Hugon defended Drill and got a shiv in the leg for his trouble. That day Drill learned that charity and good deeds are prescious and should not be given lightly. no one is deserving of what you have, and you'd better mean it if you want to share.