C'mon Rise Up

Small Towns still get this patriotic thing right...





"There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins"

To SSG Pape from last Month and Jimmy Markwell from 21 years ago today and all those in between..Thanks.

Some gave all, all gave some.

Jurena...humbled by those who gave all.