She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt.

She seemed older, no longer shocked that such a thing could happen in the world, but heartbroken because it had. her tears struck Janner as the right kind of tears.

My personal heroes are not athletes, musicians, or actors. My heroes are our military service members, law enforcement officers, and federal special agents who put their lives on the line to keep America safe from its enemies. I sleep well because they often don’t. My freedom isn’t free; it comes at an extremely high price. I’m a firm believer in the Wounded Warriors Project trademarked statement: “The greatest casualty is being forgotten.” The.

Podo and Leeli finally came back to where the others rested, and though her face still bore the weight of her sorrow, Janner could see that is sister was present. Her eyes didn’t see stare into nothing. They saw the situation, grieved for it, and faced it.

It was as if a strand connected that day with this one and the Maker’s pleasure was coursing through it like blood in a vein.

We’re in the Maker’s keeping. Even if we die trying, death is just another way out. But you? You’ll just turn to dust.

And it’s been so long since most of our boys have sailed they hardly know a poop deck from a chamber pot!

But other than the cruel fangs and the constant threat of death and torture, there wasn’t much to fear in Skree.

You call that poetry?

The Wounded Warriors ball cap he wore helped mitigate the grooves on his face. He didn’t think of himself as a wounded warrior per se, but he believed in its trademarked statement: The greatest casualty is being forgotten.