
| Memorial
Day - 1992
By Susan Winters |
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It was different this time..... On a cold, damp, gray morning I walked to the "WALL"....... Shivering................................. Each breath visable as I crossed the bridge with numb fingers and toes. I passed through the hugh gates and began my long, lonley walk down the cold damp grass..... to that special place....... so like all the others....yet so different! In
the cold morning mist....I"m there......
Unaware
of those around me.
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| Written
in loving memory of Sergeant Franklin Dennis Winters
by his mother.
May we never forget the sacrifices made by our military forces, whether in be in war or in peace. |