The price is the
unrealized dream and the missing harmony.
It is the silenced
promise of tomorrow and the haunting loss of ever-after.
The price is, as
it has always been, paid individually,
far from home, and
far from the self-serving drone of politicians who demand it.
It is a price only fully understood by those whose hearts are shattered by the loss.
Sergeant Lloyd W. Jackson
101 Airborne Division
12 April 1948 - 7 May 1970
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