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	<description>&#34;Qui, cher monsieur, qui couchera sur le sol pour nous?&#34;</description>
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		<title>By: Mark</title>
		<link>http://markwbaur.com/2009/08/16/a-personal-reflection/#comment-26</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 11:44:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Danke Britta!

Es lag mir sehr am Herzen, dass diese Gedanken vor allem innerhalb der Familie den richtigen Ton treffen würden.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Danke Britta!</p>
<p>Es lag mir sehr am Herzen, dass diese Gedanken vor allem innerhalb der Familie den richtigen Ton treffen würden.</p>
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		<title>By: Britta</title>
		<link>http://markwbaur.com/2009/08/16/a-personal-reflection/#comment-25</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:14:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hallo Mark,
Ein sehr berührender Artikel von Dir. Viel zu wenig wissen wir alle über diese schreckliche Zeit. Kaum vorzustellen was unser Pa und vor allem Omi durchmachen mussten.
1000 Knutschies, Britt]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hallo Mark,<br />
Ein sehr berührender Artikel von Dir. Viel zu wenig wissen wir alle über diese schreckliche Zeit. Kaum vorzustellen was unser Pa und vor allem Omi durchmachen mussten.<br />
1000 Knutschies, Britt</p>
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		<title>By: Mark</title>
		<link>http://markwbaur.com/2009/08/16/a-personal-reflection/#comment-24</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 21:09:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks, James, for these comments, and I&#039;m happy to have your personal experience shared here as well.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, James, for these comments, and I&#8217;m happy to have your personal experience shared here as well.</p>
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		<title>By: James M. Drak</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 17:02:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Gosh, where to start?  Mark your eloquent soliloquy has invoked emotions I&#039;ve not or choose not to feel in quite sometime.  I&#039;ll admit this passage brought me to tears.  The memory of going to the Vietnam Memorial Wall for the first and only time.  I&#039;ve only been once because of these emotions I fear.
My uncle died as a marine in Vietnam.  Watching grown men, war tattered veterans fall to their knees crying over lost comrades.  Wives, brothers, sisters all expelling raw emotion.
I&#039;ve never met my uncle, but shed tears at the sight of his name.
I&#039;ll never be able to put words on paper as well as you have here, and am deeply moved at this revelation you&#039;ve decided to share with us.
We all owe our elders for the sacrifices they&#039;ve made for us.

Hug your father for me, kiss his cheek.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gosh, where to start?  Mark your eloquent soliloquy has invoked emotions I&#8217;ve not or choose not to feel in quite sometime.  I&#8217;ll admit this passage brought me to tears.  The memory of going to the Vietnam Memorial Wall for the first and only time.  I&#8217;ve only been once because of these emotions I fear.<br />
My uncle died as a marine in Vietnam.  Watching grown men, war tattered veterans fall to their knees crying over lost comrades.  Wives, brothers, sisters all expelling raw emotion.<br />
I&#8217;ve never met my uncle, but shed tears at the sight of his name.<br />
I&#8217;ll never be able to put words on paper as well as you have here, and am deeply moved at this revelation you&#8217;ve decided to share with us.<br />
We all owe our elders for the sacrifices they&#8217;ve made for us.</p>
<p>Hug your father for me, kiss his cheek.</p>
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