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One of the most touching moments I have experienced in this
community is the day they brought this soldier home, the young man with his own memorial. I was driving in from my day and along every
street into Bryn Athyn were her citizenry.
Young, old - on shoulders, in lawn chairs, sprawled out on blankets,
each with an American flag. I thought
certain it was a children's parade, or a tribute to our local fire and police
department but it was not. It was a homecoming. Every person waiting patiently
to stand as the hearse went by on it's way to the service for their young hero.
I don't know him, but am told he was a wonderful man, loved serving his country
and was a volunteer fireman and that on the turnpike bridges from Maryland to
Pennsylvania where he maid his last journey home, there was Fire Company
honoring his way. I wish I had a photo
of that day, but I have the picture in my head just the same and thought I
would share this small story with you.
I put two small American flags at the Memorial Garden, one
for the many, and one for the boy who paid the highest price to be called
American. God Bless our troops.
Katie
Katie
