Here's a copy of the speech I delivered at Light's Hope Chapel and Volkuza translated on his night elf. It was actually a much longer speech but I decided to cut a huge chunk of it out while I was giving it do to time constraints.
From the gates of Ahn’Qiraj, the threshold of the Black Temple, or standing defiantly before the bone chilling Icecrown Citadel, to giving no measure in any war, soldiers have fought on ever honorable, always for the people they have sworn to protect.
The fighting spirit permeates the fibers of our factions and our right to live. Today we set aside our differences, and quell our quarrels, if even only for just one day, in order to take the time in reflection upon the sacrifices made for others.
Our fallen brothers and sisters. friends who wielded weapons at our side, thunder in their eyes, fire in their hearts, whom we lost in the fight. Our family who took the tenet of “Victory or Death” to heart and gave their very lives for us. These soldiers, be they of the Horde or the Alliance fought and died for our peoples until their darkest hour, never giving in. All for the highest honor of protecting our ways of life, and making a better world for the ones they love.
Remember the sands of Silithus, and the crusade against the demons of outland. Never forget the frigid north from which no soldier returned the same after witnessing the horrors found there.
Many of us were there at the Wrath Gate where Bolvar Fordragon and Saurfang the younger stood in battle side by side, axe and sword held high bellowing the call for their soldiers to rally. In the face of monstrosities, and unnamed grotesque beings our soldiers fought on until darkness consumed them. As have many soldiers of both our factions.
Saurfang the younger met his end that day, but he came to face it for the sake of the Horde. Bolvar Fordragon faced a fate some say is perhaps worse than death, but he took on that burden for the sake of his people.
It is fighters like they who mete out our peoples' survival. We owe our very existence to those that have died defending, or carving a path through opposition for our ways of life and our continued prosperity. Those that have given their lives for us have chiseled out a place for us in this world. One where we can see our offspring grow, and our families be safe, and for this we are grateful.
A wise old orc who I befriended, before he too gave his life in battle, once told me, "War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing is worth war is much worse. One who has nothing he is willing to fight for; nothing he cares more about than his own personal safety; is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free...."
Ask yourselves, "What are you willing to fight for? What is worth fighting for?" and understand that every soldier on the field of battle has their own reason for being there. Something they would die for, be they comrade or combatant you may face. So, if there must be battle, if there must be war may we at least hold a respect for those we oppose in knowing this. For they, our would be enemies, too hold strong to their notion of duty of sacrifice.
The Horde is composed of diverse people, and so too is the Alliance. From these people come those willing to fight and die for our banner. These courageous souls, each so different in heritage and background, shared the common bonds of duty and sacrifice. All of them reached a moment in which race and religion, creed and color made no difference. What remained was the pure essence of duty, and the fighting spirit of a proud, valorous people.
And in this spirit, together may we find a middle ground in which for just one day we can cease bloodshed and understand a respect for one another as fellow soldiers, as fighters for survival, as people.
Edited by Githnji on 6/2/2013 5:50 AM PDT