Jack of Harts

There are many names for us. Some call us immortal. I try to stay away from that name. We die like anybody after all. Some call us Methuselahs, though I step back there too. Too religious. Cowboy I am happy with. Those of us who served earned that name well. But not every one of us served. And every year there are more of us who never had the opportunity. So we settled on the name Ageless. While a logical fallacy, it has poetry in it.