“Gathered here on hallowed ground,
etched in echoes of somber sound
of muffled drum and freedom’s song,
are the boots of those so young.
May we keep what they have saved
so we honor what they’ve done.
They died so we could keep that song–
such sacrifice from those so young.
May we always hear their song.”
Now. More than ever. We owe it to them. We owe it to all of us.
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