It's hard to put into words the form of emotion that I've found choking my throat upon viewing the work you've undertaken. You have done more than most in putting a form of humanity to each name and number that we have lost these past years. For myself, not a day goes by that i'm overcome by memories of the time spent in Iraq. Some good, some bad, every single one burned into my being because of what was shared out there in a hostile and alien world. So far from home.... It's like the movie "Jarhead" says about forever walking through that desert. How true that is. I will always have a portion of my soul gripped in the reality of my experiences there. I viewed your work and looked once more at the smiling face of one of my closest friends, struggling against the flood of emotion. The flood of tears. You have shown that one way or another, there are always people out there who care for the fallen and the families they left behind. I thank you wholeheartedly for helping to rekindle this thought in my own wounded soul. I'm sure you've heard more than your share of thanks, but I wanted to let you know. I'm sure that God and men will tell you "Well done......"