<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong><br/><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Pretty much, i never was too good of a 'little farmer boy' according to dad, and i had a mean streak a mile wide, so he sent me off to military school" adjusting his collar, "as for Ezrias, a good friend of mine, name of Thomas gave me the nickname, he was.." faltering slightly, a hazy look on his face, "very close to me" lifting the vodka bottle and removing the lid, tilting it back and took a long hard drink.<br/><br/>The last few years came racing back in flashes, only to have him shake the memories away, playing it off as though the vodka was too strong.  "He was a helluva a guy and a damn good soldier."<br/><br/><em>your getting too deep old boy, enjoy your time and remember, it wasnt your fault.</em><br/><br/>"So ya, he gave me the name Ezrias since it means noble or royal, between him and i, we knew what it meant" and quietly to himself, "god i miss him"