When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow we gave our today
John Maxwell Edmonds
This was made by Technical Sergeant Darryl Overby. It’s unclear if this was made from cake or colored rice.
No one has greater love than the one who gives his life for his friends.
John 15:15 NIrV
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From a headstone in Ireland
Jen made this cake in honor of her cousin-in-law who died in Iraq.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty – they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run red with other wars – they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead.
Robert G. Ingersoll