10.01.2013 в 11:22
Пишет Sgt. Muck:10 января
“So on that day in 2004 when I visited the cemetery where Skip is buried, I looked at that while marble cross and that name-Sgt. Warren H. Muck- and thought of the kid who swam the Niagara. The march to Atlanta. The smile. I knelt, placed the flowers at the base of the cross. Prayed. All the things I’d done before when I’d come to see his grave. Only this time I did something different, long overdue, and hard but freeing. I cried sixty years’ worth of tears.”
URL записи“So on that day in 2004 when I visited the cemetery where Skip is buried, I looked at that while marble cross and that name-Sgt. Warren H. Muck- and thought of the kid who swam the Niagara. The march to Atlanta. The smile. I knelt, placed the flowers at the base of the cross. Prayed. All the things I’d done before when I’d come to see his grave. Only this time I did something different, long overdue, and hard but freeing. I cried sixty years’ worth of tears.”