The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

Rosie Thomas
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable....
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable....
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable....
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable....
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When you see a person’s name in the history books, it does not mean that person is any more important than anyone else. The fact of the matter is, names mean very little. We are all the same in the end. The only thing that matters is what people do when they are alive.

Source: Iris & Ruby

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