To my children they are aunts and uncles, cousins and neighbors, family. Overlooking my desk, a framed slip of paper carried by my grandfather on Iwo Jima. Thank you, and in particular this morning I’m thinking of D., a young Marine in Afghanistan.
To my children they are aunts and uncles, cousins and neighbors, family. Overlooking my desk, a framed slip of paper carried by my grandfather on Iwo Jima. Thank you, and in particular this morning I’m thinking of D., a young Marine in Afghanistan.