He dressed in his finest uniform. Gazing into the mirror as he adjusted the hat, he hated the hat, he went over in his mind what he would say. This was no normal memorial, Alexei had no family that he knew of... except for them, the Red Wings were his family. Soon ready, he exited his room and the headquarters. Out in the yard sat a multitude of people who had come to pay their respects.
Erik approached the podium, removing his hat and placing his glasses on he began to read from his notes to the crowd, "Good morning. We are gathered here to pay honor to our dear friend..."
Erik approached the podium, removing his hat and placing his glasses on he began to read from his notes to the crowd, "Good morning. We are gathered here to pay honor to our dear friend..."
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