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Jul 2016
On foreign fields and on streets back home. I wear a uniform and I am not alone. Brothers and sisters wear it and keep watch with me. We are vigilant on land, in the air and at sea. Our colors fly high, even though we are not always seen. We can be stealthy to take the enemy by surprise. Sometimes we want to be seen, so that others will realize. Coming after our freedom will carry a heavy price, even if it may cost some of us our lives. So when you see my brothers, sisters and me. Remember that no matter what the price, we will keep you free.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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