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A CROSS IN THE WILDERNESS ** #931511 Not An Image ** A simple cross in the wilderness marks the place my loved one lies; back home from another battle to the sound of heartfelt cries. He was called to serve his country, wore with pride the Air Force blue; Still his heart was in the mountains where we'd live when he was through. He planned a home in the mountains where we would sit inside and gaze out on the trees of the forest, for the remainder of our days. A telegram ended the dreams we had and a flag-draped coffin came home, We gathered there and said a prayer and we left him there - alone. Perhaps God knows how very much he loved this spot, and so - allows his spirit to soar above looking down on all below. Countrymom 1/26/05
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