Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Useful Websites
Write to a soldier
National Center for PTSD
Current news on the Afghanistan front
Complete Governmental Resources
Support the Troops
Megas of Remembrance
Always remember September 11, 2001
Cartoons of the time
Ain't that the truth?
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