so it's been 6 years today.. figured it was time i did something... beautiful day to be outside
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.
Last edited by jjfuller1; 04-09-2013 at 06:22 PM.