I never heard much about you, really. Just a brief muttering of your name every now and again at family reunions, hushed whispers as I walked past. I was told I looked like you, yet I've never seen a picture. You were either a hero who was brutally murdered or a coward who found an easy way out, and I have no idea which side of the fence I stand on. They told me about your ex-wife, about the gunshot wound you suffered to the head. The irreperable damage it did on an entire family. Greg, I want to know you. Please tell me the truth.