by J.R. Coleman I went and sat at your gravesite... I couldn't bring myself to go to the wake and viewing, didn't feel right. Was like, that body... a Continue Reading
airborne ranger in the sky
The Paratrooper
His boots are laced tight, double knotted and the excess tucked in. The tan suede has been rubbed bald in some places from the hundreds of miles they Continue Reading
Remembering Our Fallen
I remember them, all of them. Every day. I don’t live for them, I could never do this justice. I cannot hold myself to any expectations worthy of Continue Reading