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A ghostly image of a soldier stood in the background, as a mother with a babe in her arms stood by a grave site. She lowly whispered, "Father this is your son. Son this is your father. He gave his life so that others might live." Now she is alone, but she will survive. She will raise this child without the aid of others. This child will grow to be a strong man, because his mother was strong. Shirley Smothers
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Sep 15, 2011
Sep 15, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
The Price of Freedom
A ghostly image of a soldier stood in the background, as a mother with a babe in her arms stood by a grave site. She lowly whispered, "Father this is your son. Son this is your father. He gave his life so that others might live." Now she is alone, but she will survive. She will raise this child without the aid of others. This child will grow to be a strong man, because his mother was strong. Shirley Smothers
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Sep 15, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
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