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Nov 2016
When I fall don't cry for me. Death has finally come and set me free. I leave behind those whom I have served. I offer them my love and a gift of freedom. I take my rest now in the cool dark earth, the sound of battle no more haunts me. Beneath a white marker that bears my name, I shall lie in wait for that faithful day. Until then I ask you, to please live free and once in a while remember me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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