11-11-2004, 09:11 AM
like some many before him, he takes in the surroundings...the grassy, parklike setting....the natural gas-fired flame....hears the wind, cool now so late in the season, rustling the remaining leaves still hanging on the trees. Senses, keener than the average humans, picks up the faint,whispering echos of conflicts that have gone on before. A newspaper page rolling by, blown by the wind, hints of present conflicts still ongoing, in faraway lands. Noticing the lettering on the stone, he reads the inscription: "Here lies the body of an unknown soldier, his identity known but to God". Solemely, he takes off his antiquated flying cap and goggles, stands at attention, and salutes *S*. "Thank you" he whispers. "Your sacrifice will NOT be forgotten."
Beware my dark side......oh! Hi Dark.