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He crossed a continent for love, not knowing where his journey would lead. Along the way, he marched into wildfires to save lives when others fled. He kept his family close, along with those he loved, in ink forever in his flesh. And in the end it was his flesh, riddled with bullets in San Bernardino, that saved the life of another. "I got you," were the last words of a heroic life gone too soon, "I got you, Shannon Johnson," are our words for a heroic man forever.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
I got you, Shannon Johnson
He crossed a continent for love, not knowing where his journey would lead. Along the way, he marched into wildfires to save lives when others fled. He kept his family close, along with those he loved, in ink forever in his flesh. And in the end it was his flesh, riddled with bullets in San Bernardino, that saved the life of another. "I got you," were the last words of a heroic life gone too soon, "I got you, Shannon Johnson," are our words for a heroic man forever.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
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