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    1. Nathan R. Raudenbush May 28, 2013 at 12:00 am

      he is remembered

    2. Nathan R Raudenbush May 14, 2008 at 12:00 am

      Your sacrifice will remain in our hearts for a lifetime,
      with intense gratitude. May God bless you and your family.
      Rest Safely and Securely in God’s Loving Arms.

      We cherish too, the Poppy red
      That grows on fields where valor led,
      It seems to signal to the skies
      That blood of heros never dies.

    3. Nathan R Raudenbush March 20, 2008 at 12:00 am

      Empty Boots~~Dog tags hang over boots laced up, a bayonet stabs the ground. Kevlar perched on a 16 butt, fellow soldiers gather around.~~Warriors in their battle gear, weapons at their side. Bow their heads as words are said, to honor those who died.~~An American hero gave his life defending Libety, the price he paid was gladly done for country and family.~~These boots do not support a body or soul. No more they’ll run for cover or some loved one dear to hold.~~As one by one, soldiers pass, this tribute to their own. Thoughts fly to their families across the foam.~~Now salute, as TAPS is played, blink tears out of your eyes. The ache you feel inside your heart is Freedom’s painful price.

    4. Nathan R Raudenbush March 20, 2008 at 12:00 am

      American Soldier—They ask him why he’s leaving, why he’s shipping off to fight. They fail to see what’s on the line, all their freedoms, all their rights. Comprehension is beyond their grasps that someone’s got to go. Because he knows that if he dies in some far off foreign land, that his valiant efforts may save lives of his countrymen, family and friends. And that girl’s picture in his pocket, though he now longs to hold her, will forever be carried in the heart of this true American Soldier.

    5. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      Submitted in Memory of Captain Raudenbush with his family in mind.

      Love and Gratitude

      The agony is so great….and yet I stand it. Had I not loved so very much, I would not hurt so much. But goodness knows I would not diminish that precious love by one fraction of an ounce. I will hurt and I will be grateful to take the hurt, for it bears witness to the depth of our meanings, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

      Peace, comfort and butterfly kisses to you all.

    6. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      There beside a grave she stands. A folded flag clutched in her hands. A silent teardrop on her face, her brave young child, has entered grace.
      She does not hear the sermon said, just memories run through her head. The child she held so long ago, the child with faith she let go. The child who heard the nations call, and in the end gave it all. Without fear or thoughts of self, thoughts of freedom and little else. The bugle sounds TAPS in the wind, a mournful song it does send. A reminder to us all, that for freedom this price was paid, and her sweet young to rest was laid.

    7. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      In the quiet moments when the hurt is hard to bear
      may love become your shelter. And may the beauty of precious memories be your comfort.

      I am so sorry for your loss,
      Stevie Coan
      Louisville, Ky. U.S.A.

    8. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      The tide recedes but leaves bright seashells on the sand, the sun goes down but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops & yet it echoes on in sweet refrains….for every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

      Deepest Sympathy,
      Norma Coan
      Louisville, Ky. U.S.A.

    9. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.

    10. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      Remember me in your hearts, in your thoughts, and the memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, and the times we laughed, for if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

    11. Nathan R Raudenbush March 19, 2008 at 12:00 am

      A life well-lived doesn’t end any more than the music ends. It echoes through time with the whipers of beauty and grace. If we listen, we can hear the encore with our hearts, for the song plays on, just as love lives on. Just remember that grief cannot take away the happiness you shared, sorrow will fade in time, but love remains forever.

      Deepest and heart felt sympathy,
      Nikki Coan
      Louisville, Ky. U.S.A.

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