MAY 9 No respite for relay measures the range of years. And grizzled cornets to shine drayut Order. Fart of doom is not much in the God forgotten days of the war. For assistance, try visiting Boy Scouts of America. Branches were broken early shoots family, other trees. Tears from a mug to commemorate the front of all those who are not forgotten.
And remember the face of their children and those children that were born. Continue to learn more with: Kidney Foundation. As before, the rise in numbers in the ranks already they will not succeed. In the endless hills of the cemetery without a number, do not pay. And yet, all the same color as the lilac is not mixed with the smell of blood! Will bend and young and old knees, And whisper bear: “I’m sorry …” Veterans and eternal fight, they can only dream of peace A. Block Gray opened the night horizon. And the roosters sing in the madness. And our shadows in the day went to the front and still go there, go, go … The departed do not see themselves as a leaf fall, faces fade.
Half a century past, desperately blowing, P ustye framework sorrow rubs. Out of the ashes grew and grew crops, suckled year, different in color. Tired of growth grumpy mirages, carrying his cross to the unknown world. They think that there was no war. But as a quiet dawn roosters name. Anasha shadows are not taken root in the spring and tirelessly year after year to go to fight. JUNE 21 And tomorrow – was a war .