To the Brothers I found along the way...No Better Friends.  Happy Birthday, Marines.

Over

8 years.

The contract is over.

I have been thinking about all that has happened in the last 8 years.  11 years.

I think we will spend our whole lives searching for its meaning.

The violence starts over again in the place that we thought we had put behind us.

No matter how far we push it away, how far we get away from it, it is never very far away at all.

It is a wound that has not even begun to close.

Cpl Will M Powell, Memorial Day 2014

Went to visit Will today.  While I was there I had the privilege of meeting Will's Grandma.  She mentioned searching the internet for him.  I told her how many people were thinking of him.  I wished she could see what I saw on my facebook news feed, lots of messages, lots of pictures, lots of graveside photos.  Between mine and a few others, there were well over 150 'likes.'  So, on the off chance the internet brings you here, Grandma, this is a sampling of what I saw today, Memorial Day, 2014.

We remember Will.  We will never forget.


I went to visit him yesterday.  Still Saddens me.  Will M. Powell-Kerchief...Gone but Never Forgotten. Benjamin Bosse High School Grad, Evansville, IN. Died in 2007.  I, with A  went to the airport to wait for the body of Will Powell to come back home...it was so emotional...but beautiful at the same time...as his casket was brought out in military style...I teared up...I tried not to...but I couldnt help it.  This was very emotional...i didnt think the streets would be lined with so many people. The procession with friends and family, was about a mile long. People not in the procession lined the entire procession route, which worked its way all throughout the entire city of Evansville so that as many people could pay their respects as possible. Firemen lifted their ladders over the highway with flags, people with banners showing support, and Ambulance and Policemen turned their horns on as a tribute. I cried most of the way through the procession. It was the most moving experience I have ever been through. ~ GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN ~   

Went to visit Will this morning. Of course, they started playing Taps while I was there, gut punch. Got to share some stories and met his grandma. Will, your smile, your kindness, and your annoying competitiveness are never, ever forgotten. You are missed. Cpl Willard M Powell, 21, of Evansville, Ind.; assigned to the 4th Battalion, 9th Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division (Stryker Brigade Combat Team), Fort Lewis, Wash.; died Aug. 16 in Balad, Iraq, of wounds sustained when the enemy attacked using small-arms fire during combat operations in Taramiyah, Iraq. with James and Emily


Remembering a great guy today. And thinking of everyone who misses him.  Will had such a great smile and laugh. He is missed dearly by everyone who knew him and many who have only heard of him.


Thinking of Will.


I hadn't seen or talked to Will since he left ECS, still didn't ease the shock when I heard the news. Always enjoyed playing various sports with and against him when we were kids. He had a crazy competitive streak!


Always remembered brave soldier kia 2007 forever 21 


RIP Brother

I salute you and your fallen brother.


HOOOAH!


 I love this. What a special way to remember and honor Will (Willard). Thank you.

The Young Dead Soldiers do not Speak

Remembering the fallen this Memorial Day, 2014.  So many friends gone too soon.  I carry you in my heart.  

The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
Who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night,
And when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
REMEMBER US.
They say: We have done what we could,
But until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished,
No one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
They will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for,
Peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
It is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died;
REMEMBER US.

by Archibald MacLeish, The Young Dead Soldiers

Sassoon's Declaration: "the callous complacency with which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share and which they have not enough imagination to realise."

 “Honor also to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field, and serves, as he best can, the same cause,... who braves, for the common good, the storms of heaven and the storms of battle.” Abraham Lincoln

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