Photographer: zia ul haq
PS Editer: Michael Biagioni
In a casket draped with our nationís flag, lies a U.S. soldier. He wears my uniform, my flag, and my first name. He served his country with honor and courage. He was a good man, and an even better soldier.
I envy him, he has seen the end of the war on terror, and has died the way I wish too. Not of cancer, not on a deathbed, not of old age, or heart attack, or by accident, or of cowardly suicide, he died with a roar in his chest, and fire in his eyes. He died a hero.
Saluted by his comrades, missed by his family and friends, he will never be forgotten. His death was not a defeat, but graduation into a heavenly place. Under God's loving wing, in God's tender hand. He now knows only peace.
(read my 23march04 jounral entry for more details)
p.s. please +fav this, so all of devart will experience this.
p.s.s. anyone who dares think this is "overly patriotic" do me a favor and keep it to yourself.