Palmetto Sportsmen’s Classic in Columbia, SC
Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
| We’re here because of the path those before us have blazed. Be thankful today for each breath you take, but more over each breath that was given. |
| The booms of bombs, screaming of sirens, honking of horns and banging of base drum yet the loudest sound you’ll ever hear is still the silence of the dead. |
| You can count me out, you can count me in. Heck, you can count me done if you want but bottom line is your can count on me. |
I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if it wasn’t filled with sponges.