Finally got into the basement after the heavy rain. Short version... All my work clothes are ruined. All the stuff i kept of my kids is gone..just like them...my dishes are gone. The noveske and my m&p are ruined. I have zero ammo left...8 years of memories gone
I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.