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Fireworks and Fireflies

Fireworks and Fireflies The sounds and smells of war jubilation at its end, blended irony of history. Acrid stench of gunpowder choking sound of taps hover over hallowed ground. Gallantry’s entombed silenced in their duty whisper from the past. John G. Lawless 7/2/2016

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 7/2/2016 5:22:00 PM

Well done, the deceptive title brought me here, but it was the truth so strikingly told that held me. In my life, I have felt those whispers and the reality you have well expressed ... CayCay

John Lawless
Date: 7/3/2016 7:46:00 AM

Having served in the military I have a deep regard for those who served and for those now in service to our nation. I still cannot hear Taps played without freezing still.