You have departed from us to go and make heaven a more liberal place. You may now rest with John and Bobby. Your footsteps are permanent imprints of truth. You fought like a swordsman.
The red, white, and blue is half-staffed and saddened. Father, his impression was felt - and his message was delivered. Not one of us is free ... until we are all unchained.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Daughter, sister, niece, cousin of Veterans, USAF Veteran, myself - I will always remember and be grateful for my freedoms because someone gave all -