A picture of a dad sitting by the grave of his son stopped me on Memorial Day. The son was a helicopter pilot in Iraq. He was killed flying his last mission.
When we commit sons and daughters to war, every American should have to feel the painful consequences of the reality of battle. It must be a lonely feeling to lose a son or daughter in a war that makes not even a ripple of disruption in the lives of the rest of the country.
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