I forget. I drink my coffee in Panera, type away on my laptop, and put on my sweater because my skin is too cool. While some carry guns, protecting my freedom. They fight to live and give their bodies to better a nation.
I'm not going to act like I understand. I'm not going to pretend like I know the taste of dust and the smell of gunpowder. I'm not going to imply that I comprehend the images that many have forever imprinted on their minds.
I am just feebly attempting to say "thank you." In these moments I remember, and others do as well. You are and were appreciated.
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