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For Those Who Paid The Ultimate Price

In honor of all those who gave the final measure, we remember you this Memorial Day. In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. [...]

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The Boys of Summer

We were the boys of summer. Long before it was a slick catch phrase used by Madison Avenue to sell everything from hotdogs and soft drinks, to beer and trucks during baseball season, it was the essence of who we were. From the final bell at 3:15 on the last day of school to the [...]