Ursava
04-11-2008, 04:11
“Hello people of Ursava: yesterday Zádor Vagner was found dead in his office at approximately 10:00 A.M in the morning. Minister of Diplomacy Vagner had already suffered two heart-episodes upon instatement in to office but still proudly held his office. Unfortunately, while working one of many late nights in his office Minister Vagner sadly suffered a fatal heart attack. According to doctors he died almost immediately after the attack occurred. Thus the procession to honor of his passing is going down Government Street. We take you to that ceremony, live, right now.” Said the red-headed anchorwoman of UN3; her head drooping in sadness of the passing.
The screen changed from the red-head anchorwoman to that of Government Street, in Saáry City where the sidewalks and windows were packed with mourners. In the center of the street drove two police motorcycles, followed by four police cruisers, and then fifty men in Ursavian naval dress-uniform with bagpipes. They played ‘Amazing Grace’ and the high-pitched tunes of the bagpipes drifted through the crowd along with the dulled marching steps of the players. Followed by that were four pallbearers carrying a slate-black coffin with golden lining on the edges of the lid and a gold cross that took up most of it’s top. Then behind the casket were seventy more bagpipe players in naval dress-uniform. Then behind the seventy bag-pipe players were four more police cruisers and two more motorcycle officers. They all marched down the street with mourners watching the procession and Ursavian flags waving from the windows of some houses and roofs.
Government Street came near a large prairie where the mountains of northern Ursava could be seen in whimsical shades of blue and purple on the horizon. The procession moved in to this large clearing where President Zigana Saáry stood, along with Vice President Aliz Gyarmati, and several other key officials of the Ursavian government. In the field also rested seven A1 ‘Spear’ Howitzers facing towards the mountains with full crews. The bagpipe players spread out in two lines near where the group had entered from while the police officers pulled to the side and got off or out of their vehicles, taking off their hats in respect. Then, as the bagpipes slowly died down the pallbearers moved towards the center of the prairie, approximately thirty-five feet from the guns. Then President Saáry spoke in to a nearby microphone which broadcasted her message across various speakers around the area that had been set up for the event.
”Ladies and Gentlemen: I knew Minister Vagner as more than a manager of my foreign relations. Many times I have been told I was a hero of the revolution, but I don’t feel I deserve that title. It is people such as Minister Vagner who can face a revolution, gain a government post, and fight physical problems while doing so that are true heroes. Ladies and Gentlemen: I would like to ask you to all take a moment of silence in memory of Minister Vagner.”
There was no noise, not even a breeze, as thousands upon thousands of families across Ursava fell silent in remembrance of the late Minister. This silence remained for several long moments before President Saáry finally broke the silence.
”Thank you, and remember: Whatever you can do, or dream you can: do it.”
Then the Howitzers opened up with a deafening volley. The echoes of the fire filled the entire prairie with the sound. Then, the shells had barely touched the ground before the seven guns were loaded once more and the guns erupted in a second volley. Following this, the third and final shells were loaded in to each gun and fired off. The three volleys equaled twenty-one shots from all seven guns, three shots a gun. Then the ceremony was over and the view once more went back to the red-headed anchorwoman of UN3 with a video of the procession slowly leaving the prairie.
”Ladies and Gentlemen: you’ve just witnessed the honorary parade of Minister Vagner. Please, keep your spirit strong and live on.” The red-headed woman said.
The screen changed from the red-head anchorwoman to that of Government Street, in Saáry City where the sidewalks and windows were packed with mourners. In the center of the street drove two police motorcycles, followed by four police cruisers, and then fifty men in Ursavian naval dress-uniform with bagpipes. They played ‘Amazing Grace’ and the high-pitched tunes of the bagpipes drifted through the crowd along with the dulled marching steps of the players. Followed by that were four pallbearers carrying a slate-black coffin with golden lining on the edges of the lid and a gold cross that took up most of it’s top. Then behind the casket were seventy more bagpipe players in naval dress-uniform. Then behind the seventy bag-pipe players were four more police cruisers and two more motorcycle officers. They all marched down the street with mourners watching the procession and Ursavian flags waving from the windows of some houses and roofs.
Government Street came near a large prairie where the mountains of northern Ursava could be seen in whimsical shades of blue and purple on the horizon. The procession moved in to this large clearing where President Zigana Saáry stood, along with Vice President Aliz Gyarmati, and several other key officials of the Ursavian government. In the field also rested seven A1 ‘Spear’ Howitzers facing towards the mountains with full crews. The bagpipe players spread out in two lines near where the group had entered from while the police officers pulled to the side and got off or out of their vehicles, taking off their hats in respect. Then, as the bagpipes slowly died down the pallbearers moved towards the center of the prairie, approximately thirty-five feet from the guns. Then President Saáry spoke in to a nearby microphone which broadcasted her message across various speakers around the area that had been set up for the event.
”Ladies and Gentlemen: I knew Minister Vagner as more than a manager of my foreign relations. Many times I have been told I was a hero of the revolution, but I don’t feel I deserve that title. It is people such as Minister Vagner who can face a revolution, gain a government post, and fight physical problems while doing so that are true heroes. Ladies and Gentlemen: I would like to ask you to all take a moment of silence in memory of Minister Vagner.”
There was no noise, not even a breeze, as thousands upon thousands of families across Ursava fell silent in remembrance of the late Minister. This silence remained for several long moments before President Saáry finally broke the silence.
”Thank you, and remember: Whatever you can do, or dream you can: do it.”
Then the Howitzers opened up with a deafening volley. The echoes of the fire filled the entire prairie with the sound. Then, the shells had barely touched the ground before the seven guns were loaded once more and the guns erupted in a second volley. Following this, the third and final shells were loaded in to each gun and fired off. The three volleys equaled twenty-one shots from all seven guns, three shots a gun. Then the ceremony was over and the view once more went back to the red-headed anchorwoman of UN3 with a video of the procession slowly leaving the prairie.
”Ladies and Gentlemen: you’ve just witnessed the honorary parade of Minister Vagner. Please, keep your spirit strong and live on.” The red-headed woman said.