Sometimes the scale and scope of the sacrifices cause whatever expressions of gratitude and thankfulness might be offered to stick in your throat leaving only silence as the appropriate expression for those whose deaths in defense of our nation have made our lives possible.
As hollow as it will ring, a simple 'thank you' is often the best we can offer followed by a solemn promise to live so that we may always prove ourselves worthy of their selflessness.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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