Post by Alex 'FM' Blackwood on Nov 12, 2007 3:05:21 GMT -5
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living all are scarred
Megadeth, A tout le monde
Bushnell, FL - Florida National Cemetary
The large, black Hummer was waved through the gates, and drove around to a point, where the man driving got out, and walked within the rows of patterned, ordered grief, that was a national cemetary.
Alexander stopped as taps was played nearby, snapping to, and saluting as another brother in arms was set to rest, returning to his task afterwards, wearing his uniform, Army, not CPMC for once.
He stops at a marker, like all the others, and kneels, placing a hand against the granite, wiping away a bit of the dirt.
"We did it, love...I sent them to the hell they earned...And they gave me this...it was for you, not me..." he says, carefully placing the CPMC Combat cross on a the granite marker which read :
REIKO KURASAWA-
BLACKWOOD
GMG 1
US NAVY
DESERT STORM
ENDURING FREEDOM
IRAQI FREEDOM
JAN 20 1975
AUG 22 2005
He starts back to the vehicle,stopping and looking over his shoulder at the simple marker. he pauses. ' Wait for me, Reiko...Won't be long, now...'
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living all are scarred
Megadeth, A tout le monde
Bushnell, FL - Florida National Cemetary
The large, black Hummer was waved through the gates, and drove around to a point, where the man driving got out, and walked within the rows of patterned, ordered grief, that was a national cemetary.
Alexander stopped as taps was played nearby, snapping to, and saluting as another brother in arms was set to rest, returning to his task afterwards, wearing his uniform, Army, not CPMC for once.
He stops at a marker, like all the others, and kneels, placing a hand against the granite, wiping away a bit of the dirt.
"We did it, love...I sent them to the hell they earned...And they gave me this...it was for you, not me..." he says, carefully placing the CPMC Combat cross on a the granite marker which read :
REIKO KURASAWA-
BLACKWOOD
GMG 1
US NAVY
DESERT STORM
ENDURING FREEDOM
IRAQI FREEDOM
JAN 20 1975
AUG 22 2005
He starts back to the vehicle,stopping and looking over his shoulder at the simple marker. he pauses. ' Wait for me, Reiko...Won't be long, now...'