“We must save him,” I said, hitting the table with my fist. “We cannot let him fall. We must not fail; we must succeed. Humpty Dumpty must live. We’ll do everything, we’ll go everywhere, and we’ll fight everyone to prevent Humpty Dumpty from falling off the wall.”
“We don’t have the men and the resources for that,” cried the generals.
“It will take too much money and time,” loudly complained the politicians.
“Nobody knows where Humpty is; we don’t even know if he is real,” said the intelligence officers.
But I didn’t listen; that was my goal. I wanted people to know my name.
In my mind, I saw them, men and women, old and young, pointing at me. “He saved Humpty,” they would shout. “He did it.”
As a result, I took the finest soldiers the army could offer and the best equipment money can buy. We also carried the most advanced medication known to science.
“Please stop,” cried the generals. “We cannot defend our borders without our best soldiers.”
“Please don’t take such expensive equipment; we don’t have the budget for that,” complained the politicians.
“How can we save lives without our medications?” asked the doctors and the nurses.
“Where are you going?” inquired the intelligence officer in a disrespectful tone. “We told you, and we are telling you again, ‘Humpty is not real.’”
“Stop with your whining,” I said. “We are going to do it, and that is my final decision.”
We continued walking, but the road was long. We lost men when we fought through hostile countries. We lost even more in the scorching desert. I was left with only a handful of men after we crossed the frozen tundra. Most of our expensive equipment got lost or broken along the way. All the medications spoiled.
“Do you know where to go?” the few soldiers I had left asked.
I hesitated with my answer, and a horrible feeling came over me. Maybe I should have listened. Maybe I should have stopped.
“Do you really know where to go?” the soldiers asked me again.
I wanted to say, “No; I have no idea where to go. I don’t know where Humpty’s wall is. I don’t even know if Humpty is real,” but instead I told them, “I know exactly where he is. We will be able to see the wall very soon. We must continue; we cannot stop. Humpty will not fall; Humpty will stay on the wall.”
We pushed on until, eventually, I was left alone. The last man died cursing my name. Finally, I also stopped. I had nothing left in me to continue. I sat down with my back against a wall. I’m completely empty. My spirit is broken. My body is crushed. Just before I closed my eyes for the last time, I said to myself with a grim smile, “I found Humpty. Humpty Dumpty is real.”