Every beautiful day, every green tree, every carefree moment; I thought of Hans and said a prayer. I hoped he would soon be home to enjoy it all. Welcome home Hans!
This poem makes me think of my brave brother...
peace. it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (unknown)
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