Fighting Goliath

  The Last Salute The last word, The last breath, The last salute. A shell of the man he once was.  His soul has left us. Leaving his pale light of memory. And friends with final goodbyes.  A life a patriotism, family and fellowship The conclusion of a life of leadership.  And yet, his spirit lives on. Every time we recite the Pledge Or wave a flag. So, stand and remember:  The last word, The last breath, The last salute. 

  FOOTBALL AT THE FIRESTATION               It was a routine for us living in South Roanoke Virginia. Friday football at the fire station. Some of us had to go home first to change into our play clothes but others came as is. We were between the ages of watching Saturday morning cartoons and having girlfriends. However when Billy played there was usually a pack of girls watching him. He would either show off or leave the game to go with them to 7-11.             The fire station had a long triangle shaped field on the side of it. The field separated two streets. One went one way and the other went another. The grassy villa didn’t have very many bare spots except for a dusty one closer to the station. We probably created it.             First things first choosing captains. There were two, and if Landon was ...