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Sep 2014
Those stones I think about everyday
Bill Perry and his posses' never hidden truth, endear each soldier down to rest
He gathers people near and far to plant the seeds of a golden star

A golden star not of shame
A golden star all the same
We watch and see the people cry to touch their loved ones long gone by

On stones these fingers do caress
On stones I feel the emptiness
On stones that should not be
On stones of a written eulogy

A bugle echoes taps to all
A boatswain pipe returns its call
To salute our gone by kindred all...
During the Bush years soldiers' coffins being shown was a tabu. We veterans for peace through a Vietnam Veteran,
Bill Perry and with other activists built amazing tombstone
replicas, made of wood, painted white and a photo and name on everyone. People came from all over especially
To seek out a lost loved one. I saw families and friends
touching tombstones; lots of tears, lots of flowers.
We held it in Philly on the great lawn adjacent to the visitors
building across the street is the liberty bell. In addition, the golden stare is the honoring of the families who lost a loved one. They're called "The Golden Star Families"
RW Dennen
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RW Dennen  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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     RW Dennen, r and Sumina Thapaliya
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