You always hear about the memorial wall at Langley. The stars engraved in the marble, the book with the names they can share on display under it. People walk by it every day, and probably don't even look at it. For some people it's too hard, a reminder of what could happen to them. For others, it's probably easy.

( For me... well. )

You know, it's tough to choose just one day as the absolute worst in my life. There was the day my dad died and mom told me the truth about who they were. There's his funeral, when his boss hugged me tight and told me he was a real patriot. The day my mom died, and the same man came to the hospital and tried to comfort me. But the most recent ( Read more... )