I was 7 years old when I heard the sound of the gunshot for the first time.
the shots jarred me and forced me to cover my ears.
My grandfather's tribute was wonderful
But little did I know what the gunshots were for.
I know enough now, but I still don't really know the significance.
Only a veteran really knows.
Happy Memorial Day Everyone.
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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