As the families gather all around, Together, yet alone, Tears fill the eyes of all who visit Here, in the Garden of Stone. We're remembering all the days gone by And the happiness we had known, While we walk with sadness in our hearts Through the Garden of Stone. The Flags are waving proudly, But at half-staff they are flown. They wave for our quiet heroes Within the Garden of Stone. They lived with war's torments and nightmares And never felt more alone. Now, they finally found peace within the walls Of their personal Garden of Stone. The years have left us fond memories, But the emotions that are shown Are mixed with our pride and yet, bitterness Due to the Garden of Stone. The pain will remain within me, No matter how much I have grown, As I kneel beside my loved one, who Lies in the Garden of Stone. But a voice deep inside offers comfort, Saying that from the Garden of Stone, God is leading our fallen heroes as The soldiers make their final march home.

#StolenValor I am proud to announce that the next script is well on its way to creation. Excited to complete the first draft soon. It starts off simple enough. A casual mention of military service. And, oh, by the way, a Purple Heart and a few other honors earned. How can you not trust a man/woman who served his/her country so gallantly? From there, confidence builds, one-story weaves into even more glorious tales until, at some point, the fabrication is woven so tightly you begin to suspect... How can one person achieve so much in such a short time? It's almost too good to be true.