Remembering Windy Two Five
When Teresa was waiting for word on her son, Blackfive was a rock amidst the storm. He even ignored my aspersions about his knobby knees, and kept his eyes on guiding Teresa (and others I suspect) through the process of waiting, and celebrating the news that this son was safe.
Here, Blackfive introduces us to the sons and daughters who were not so lucky, men and women who were, and always will be, soldiers. Go meet these brave people, who died so that others might be free. Keep them and their families in your thoughts in the days ahead.
LW
Posted by wolf1 at April 20, 2005 11:33 AM | TrackBack
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