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Posted by  trish3and8 on April 29, 2008
I went to the cemetary today to visit my dad\'s grave. I am always in tears before I can even get out of my car. I stood there for a few minutes telling my daddy how much I loved and miss him. I walked away for a moment trying to calm myself a little and as I turned I noticed a new burial, the second spot below my dads. Very close to my dads. I noticed that many of the beautiful flowers were trimed with patriotic ribbons. I was just drawn to it. When I read his name, Sgt. Allmon, and saw his age, I knew immediatly that he gave his life for me, for all of us. I knelt by his grave,I couldn\'t stop crying. I told him over and over, Thank you, thank you. Because of you I CAN visit my dad. Because of you we are free to live our lives the way we choose. I did not know this soldier but it reached so deep in my heart. I support our troops with everything inside me. This young man is a hero to me. I don\'t know why I was so drawn there. Maybe it was a new awaking as we live each day to truly remember what they are giving for us. Sgt Allmon, I will never visit my dad without visiting you and thanking you for the greatest gift you could ever have given to me, to all Americans and this great country. We Will Never forget.

Patricia

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