벽에 걸린 또다른 별
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The Foundation buried another of my friends today.
재단이 오늘 나의 또다른 친구를 묻었다.

He wasn’t the first. And, knowing how this line of work goes, I doubt he will be the last.
그가 첫번째는 아니었다. 지금 상황이 어떤지 알고 있기에, 그가 마지막이 될지는 의문이다.

I first met him when he was giving an orientation to a new batch of recruits. Most of the folks in the audience were young enough they could have been my kids – heck, he was years younger than I. Reminded me of a Staff Sergeant who served under me back, oh, must have been fifteen or twenty years ago. Solid as a rock, seen everything, the sort of fellow you want watching your back. My friend told us he’d been a Foundation agent for over a decade, working mostly in retrieval. His eyes made me believe him: you get eyes like his from seeing the worst the world has to offer, walking into hell, spitting in the face of the devil, and walking back.
나는 그를 그가 새로 모집되어서 오리엔테이션을 받는 중에 처음으로 만났다. 듣고 있는 사람들은 모두 내 아들뻘 정도로 어렸다 망할. 는 나보다 몇 살 정도 어렸다. 그는 내 밑에서 있던 하사를 생각나게 했다 아 이건 분명 15년이나 20년 정도 전 이야기이다. 마치 보이는 모든게 바위처럼 단단하고 등을 맡기고 싶은 그런 동료였다. 내 친구는 그가 재단 요원으로 십년 넘게 지냈고 대부분 회수 임무였다고 말해줬다. 그의 눈은 내가 그를 신뢰하게 했다. 당신은 그런 눈을 세상에서 가장 끔찍한 일을 명령 받았을때나 볼수 있을거다. 지옥으로 걸어들어가 악마의 얼굴에 침을 뱉고 다시 걸어나오는 것같은 일을.

We worked together on a few occasions after that. Not too often, since I was working mostly in intel and operations planning. We’d have drinks and trade stories after hours, mostly. He forgave me for being a REMF once he learned about what I’d been through back in Ukraine. And in Kashmir. And in [REDACTED].

The service was subdued. Empty casket – no surprise, considering the size of the explosion. The sweep-and-clear team never found a body, just a twisted bit of metal that used to be his dog-tags. Or so they say. Honestly, I’m skeptical; my friend’s been working for the Foundation for so many years now and come home so many times I’m not going to believe he’s dead until the DNA matches. They apparently didn’t find any of that, either.

The service was in the site's north amphitheater. I slipped away afterwards to visit the Memorial Wall. The Wall is actually an entire room, duplicated at all the large Sites. On three walls there is a star carved for every member of the Foundation who has died in the line of duty. A small, leather-bound book sits on a stand before the wall, listing the fallen in chronological order. Most of the names are blank, identities remaining secret even in death.

The remaining wall has small inlaid bronze valor medals for every such award given posthumously. Most of these are Distinguished Crosses or Foundation Stars. I looked; my friend’s award had already been added.

Foundation Star재단의 별

Awarded Posthumously on This Day 28 February 2012,2012년 2월 28일 사후 수상됨

For Voluntary Acts of Courage Performed Under Hazardous Conditions,

And For Outstanding Achievements and Services Rendered With Distinction Under Conditions of Grave Risk.

He Gave His Life That His Team Could Escape.

As expected, there was no name. Understandable; everyone at the Foundation knew their names might never be chronicled. But in the quiet, dimly lit marble room, they were remembered.

We Secure. We Contain. We Protect. 우린 확보한다. 우린 격리한다. 우린 보호한다.

And We Never Forget. 그리고 우린 잊지 않는다.