O'Neill stood before the black stone wall, head bowed.

Here his dead brothers were commemorated, their lives revered for their sacrifice; so few in number.

Unlike my own brothers, who lay like a thick carpet upon many worlds, forgotten and unremembered, slaves, not heroes, to a vainglorious parasite. No stone stood in their memory; even those that could be loosely called heroic, if such a thing were possible in the achieving of such depravity.

This Tau'ri remembrance is worthy of adoption; but are there Jaffa worthy of it?

Perhaps, one day, we shall revere a warrior, a hero veteran. Someday.