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{{Quote|''O Strategos! My strategos! Thy glorious duty is done;<br>The Union lives on, with its hand on its gun;<br>The rack is near, your spears I hear, all that metal rattling,<br>As we follow thy steady tread, thy feet are battling,<br><br>O Strategos! My Strategos! Rise up and hear the bells;<br>Rise up, for thou the anthem's sung, for thou the horn trills;<br>It is the Path of Glory I hear, the people all united,<br>Thy heartbeat has stopped, the voices all frighted,<br><br>O Strategos! My Strategos! Thy has now fallen;<br>Thy lay now dead, yet not unforgotten;<br>Thy body aged, the swaying mass for you still mourns,<br>Thy dream lives, the Path of Glory, among the dark void full of thorns.<br><br>O Strategos! My Strategos!<br>Thy were our gift!<br>O Strategos! My Strategos!''|[[Bor J'Khanna (A1-0)|Bor J'Khanna]], ''The Never Ending Sacrifice''}} | |||
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Honourable Citizen, Sakir J'Dir | |
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 Sakir J'Dir at his inauguration as the first Tarassos. | |
| Tarassos of the Tarassian Union | |
Deceased | |
| Assumed office ~1.300 standard years ago | |
| Preceded by | Position created |
| Succeeded by | Vak J'Ghor |
| Personal details | |
| Born | Tarassia |
| Military service | |
| Nickname(s) | The Strategos-Poet |
| Branch/service | Citizens' Armed Forces of the Tarassian Union |
| Battles/wars | Battle of Tarassia |
O Strategos! My strategos! Thy glorious duty is done;
The Union lives on, with its hand on its gun;
The rack is near, your spears I hear, all that metal rattling,
As we follow thy steady tread, thy feet are battling,
O Strategos! My Strategos! Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up, for thou the anthem's sung, for thou the horn trills;
It is the Path of Glory I hear, the people all united,
Thy heartbeat has stopped, the voices all frighted,
O Strategos! My Strategos! Thy has now fallen;
Thy lay now dead, yet not unforgotten;
Thy body aged, the swaying mass for you still mourns,
Thy dream lives, the Path of Glory, among the dark void full of thorns.
O Strategos! My Strategos!
Thy were our gift!
O Strategos! My Strategos!—Bor J'Khanna, The Never Ending Sacrifice