Kenshin
M.C. Perry High School
Elizabeth
Eloy
Grady
The room now empty Leaving the place I moved to Time and time again
Owen
Yokota High School
We are bound by the pain Even through the distance We call upon each other To help another fight I call you brother An earned honor For the scars We both share
Nicholai
Waves at the front door tiny hands in morning light, salutes made of love.
Matthew
Echoes of their past, Tears falling, leaving kind friends. Our courage unmatched. Resiliency stands out, We admire our strong children.
Kiele
Boxes stacked like stepping stones, a new room waits with empty walls. Goodbyes stitched into each fold, They carry memories, not maps. Schoolyards blur into one...
Kicoh
We pride ourselves in being different In travelling the world In being a part of our family’s military commitment Yet this pride is only one side of the coin In our...
Kai