Bittersweet for so many of us. Dusty memories hovering in a line of empty boots, one man's tribute to the fallen sons and daughters, flags, solemnity, silence for the missing voices.
Let us remember the warriors who watch over us while we sleep and while we work. They honor us with their service, and we must remember them in their trial, and, from time to time, their sacrifices.
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