John

I saw you again, your picture, you were just a boy.

Soft and ready to show the world, the war, and your brothers what you were made of.    Strength in family, the bond between the men evident. A part of something so much bigger than you, than me.  I know you John because I know me.  We are kindred, I did not cry when I saw your innocence in that picture.  I understand now why you fought, why all the brothers fought.  It goes beyond respect for me now, I feel honored to have known any part of the soft man you were.  I will never forget…