The breeze was slight, just enough to gently push old glory away from the pole, and quietly the flag whispered a prayer to me as it hung proudly at half mast, one that I could barely hear. The closer I listened, the harder I looked. I looked for a truth, a reason, a closing, and then I saw the snow capped mountain top glistening through the clouds, the rays peaking down from the heavens, providing a breathe taking view of freedom. There I was, fighting the emotions from the sheer beauty of sunbeams and the poignant reality of being a soldier so far away from home. A timeless day and night spent mourning by many soldiers, and for others, simply providing support to the awesome responsibility of caring for a Fallen Soldier. As I entered my
... read more