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Veterans Day Any Day

Often a country will plough over its dead. Flowers planted; parks landscaped over the biographies of the brave. To read the fallen, to honor the dead and the living we must gouge out the forgetting, shake the roots of heaven, name the roll call of each damnable war one hero at a time, one loss at a time - for each survivor there is always some loss. Bless the memory, write down the word 'freedom' as if we who stay at home had always fought for it.

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