Whenever I see a photograph of a U.S. Marine, my brain is shipped back to a long time back. I know the face. It is mine. It was back in 1982, when a previously uneven 26-year-old three-and-a-half-year understudy ripped at and slithered and propelled himself through training camp by the battered edge of provisional perseverance.… Continue reading US Memorial Day ,What is means to America
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