The Necklace

I wear this necklace today, as I wore it every day for years. The shiny, silver, embossed pieces that endured cold weather and hot, sweat and tears, dust, dirt and blood; and dangle unremarkably on their chain around my neck. The same necklace my father wore, my grandfather, and many of my uncles, cousins and my nephew. Although it identifies the wearer, it’s purpose is to identify the remains. There are many just like it dangling from the necks of those brave brothers and sisters who serve side by side and are willing to die for this country. I wear it to honor those I served with, those who serve now, and for those who served before me.

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