A Word of Thanks

By: Frederick (Diary)  |  November 11th at 08:59 AM  | 

As you sit there, weak and weary Pondering your life (so dreary!), Remember you’re secure and safe And no matter how this life may chafe, Someone standing upon a hill, A tower or foxhole pays your bill. Our freedom comes at precious cost Of sweat and blood and lives we’ve lost. So as you read these token words Consider what your freedom girds: Life, liberty | Read More »