Pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes
A soldier who I went to high school with was killed in Afghanistan last week. I am from a small town that carries the utmost respect for our armed service members.
Today he was brought home to Pacific to be laid to rest. This is a picture of only one street in our town where we came to support our fallen soldier.
I am proud to be from a town where we come to show our love and our condolences to those who sacrifice for us.
"With flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest"