What a price ...

What a price they paid, all those husbands, sons, bothers, uncles, and today they are remembered ..... This is one of the roses we had in the church yesterday, it's called Freedom ....

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Douglas MacArthur

May the mourners find comfort, the survivors peace, and all others appreciate the price that is paid ...

... Take care ... :)