Archive for May 27th, 2011

I never met my uncle Bill. He died long before I was born. I’ve only heard bits and pieces of his story, but here’s what I know. My uncle was a helicopter pilot. His chopper was shot down. He died in an unfamiliar land. He died defending the country he loved. He died so that people like me, one of many nephews he never met, could enjoy their freedoms.

The last Monday in May is recognized as Memorial Day. It’ a time to remember all the brave men and women who died while defending their country. Our country.

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