I think of all of those who stood a watch, who returned home with stories too harrowing to tell, and those who didn’t come back. I think of families waiting anxiously. I think of the rows of grave markers. I think of the ideals and hardships of service. And I am deeply thankful.
@BroderickGreer in my 3 years living and driving in missouri, i’ve asked that question at least 1,095 times. kansas city/missouri has the worst drivers i’ve ever seen.