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Let us now pause awhile then
to honor those gallant men, two centuries worth of ghosts who gave the U.S. their most. They all bravely fought and died, to save our freedoms their prize. At Bunker Hill, New Orleans, The Alamo, Fredericksburg, Gettysburg, Chickamauga, San Juan Hill, Argonne Forest, Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Bastogne, Inchon, at Khe Sanh, Saigon, Kuwait City, then Baghdad…plus so many more. These courageous soldiers went for country; their lives were spent to protect us – you and me – and generations yet to be. This long, long line of the dead yet grows; today soldiers bled. In Iraq, our soldiers fight. They die; we debate what’s right. On ships, in planes, in Humvees, or afoot, how bravely these warriors do wage war. They serve. What great honor they deserve!
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