The curtain has dropped. There will be no next move. The engine stopped. This is the end but there is so much more to prove. Who fed the swine, they won't have more? Lights out, run out. Thrown to vultures all accompanied by a booing gathering. No more lines, no more applause. The last page is revealing the loss. 100 years later, will the achievement be appreciated? Will those that are lynched by the enraged mob be remembered as heroes tomorrow?