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MSGT. GREGORY J. HARRIS
THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO MSGT. GREGORY J. HARRIS. ALTHOUGH WE HAVE NEVER MET HE IS A PART OF MY LIFE. PEOPLE USE TO ASK ME WHAT I WANTED TO BE WHEN I GREW UP, WHAT WAS MY GOAL IN LIFE? I NEVER REALLY HAD AN ANSWER UNTIL NOW. MY DREAM IS TO BRING GREG HOME, NOT TO WIN THE LOTTERY, NOT TO BE FAMOUS, BUT TO RETURN GREG TO THE SOIL THAT HE SO DEARLY LOVED. THE SAME SOIL THAT HE SKINNED HIS ELBOWS IN. THE SAME SOIL THAT HIS MOTHER WASHED OUT OF HIS CLOTHES. THE SAME SOIL THAT HE DEFENDED. THAT IS MY DREAM. AS LONG AS I LIVE, GREG WILL LIVE IN MY HEART.
WE STILL REMEMBER THE YOUNG BOY WITH THE MISCHIEVOUS SMILE, THE APPLE OF HIS MOTHERS EYE.
WE STILL REMEMBER THE TEENAGE KID WHO HAD THE GIRLS WHISPERING HIS NAME BUT HAD RATHER BE HUNTING AND FISHING.
WE STILL REMEMBER THE YOUNG MAN FULL OF HOPES AND DREAMS AND HIS NEVER ENDING SENSE OF HONOR.
WE STILL REMEMBER THE BOY, THE KID, THE MAN.
WE STILL REMEMBER YOU GREG.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
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