Quill&Venom
Alpha
A young boy awakens early in the morning. He gets up, dresses himself and rushes downstairs to eat his breakfast. His mother has pancakes and bacon ready for him. He looks up and asks his mother, “Are we going to see Daddy today?” She looks at her young son, smiles and says, “Yes, after we eat our breakfast and clean up the dishes, we are going to see daddy.”
After breakfast his mother loads a picnic lunch into their car and then buckles her young son into his car seat. They drive for several hours before pulling into a crowded parking lot. The young mother unbuckles her son from his car seat and retrieves the picnic basket from the back of their car. The mother and son begin walking across the manicured lawn among the trees that shade this peaceful place hand in hand.
They pass other families as they walk to their destination. The young mother begins spreading a picnic blanket upon the ground as her young son kneels down and places his forehead against the granite grave marker and whispers, “I love you, Daddy.” The young mother turns away as tears well up in her eyes. The young boy turns to his mother and says, “Mommy don’t cry. Daddy died so his men could come home to their families. He is a hero.”
The young mother turns and embraces her son as the tears stream down her cheeks. Her young son wipes the tears from his mother’s cheeks and again says, “Mommy, please don’t cry.” He suddenly stands erect with his arms down by his sides. He looks up and smiles. The young mother feels a hand upon her shoulder and she turns to see the men of her husband’s squad standing there with their families and these men’s eyes are filled with tears. They have brought their families to pay their respects to their squad leader and brother who gave his all for them.
God Bless the Fallen and their families on Memorial Day and every day, revere their selflessness, their devotion and their courage. We are Americans because of their military service, selflessness and ultimate sacrifices in defense of our nation and our liberty.
After breakfast his mother loads a picnic lunch into their car and then buckles her young son into his car seat. They drive for several hours before pulling into a crowded parking lot. The young mother unbuckles her son from his car seat and retrieves the picnic basket from the back of their car. The mother and son begin walking across the manicured lawn among the trees that shade this peaceful place hand in hand.
They pass other families as they walk to their destination. The young mother begins spreading a picnic blanket upon the ground as her young son kneels down and places his forehead against the granite grave marker and whispers, “I love you, Daddy.” The young mother turns away as tears well up in her eyes. The young boy turns to his mother and says, “Mommy don’t cry. Daddy died so his men could come home to their families. He is a hero.”
The young mother turns and embraces her son as the tears stream down her cheeks. Her young son wipes the tears from his mother’s cheeks and again says, “Mommy, please don’t cry.” He suddenly stands erect with his arms down by his sides. He looks up and smiles. The young mother feels a hand upon her shoulder and she turns to see the men of her husband’s squad standing there with their families and these men’s eyes are filled with tears. They have brought their families to pay their respects to their squad leader and brother who gave his all for them.
God Bless the Fallen and their families on Memorial Day and every day, revere their selflessness, their devotion and their courage. We are Americans because of their military service, selflessness and ultimate sacrifices in defense of our nation and our liberty.
