I was looking for a new angle on photos. I mean, how many pics can you take of a bunch of ladies in red, white and blue aprons cooking? So I took a stroll through the parking lot.
Naturally, it was filled with a plethora of monster or just regular giant trucks that any self respecting Marine would be driving.
Some augmented with a macho motorcycle,
but it was the small details on the windows that belied the culture and warrior identity of the Marine.
Pray for our troops, Jesus. I could swear that's a take off of the St. James Cross in that design.
3 comments:
What a wonderful thing to do! When we stayed at the Hale Koa in Hawaii I saw quite a few wounded vets. Heart breaking. And I just wished I could *do* something. I love this!
KNH, Thanks for your appreciation. One think I learn from the Marines is appreciation. These guys are grateful for the least of things, and they show it.
I like how you picked up on the bumper stickers's messages.
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