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Rando
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...every one on the streets of Kansas City stopped.
The church bells rang in somber, low tones, and a lone man in black marched to the street corner with a trumpet and played Taps.
We all stood and faced the flags at half mast, most of us crying, and for a brief time there was absolute peace in the air.
I've never seen anything like it, and I hope I never have reason to do so again.
The church bells rang in somber, low tones, and a lone man in black marched to the street corner with a trumpet and played Taps.
We all stood and faced the flags at half mast, most of us crying, and for a brief time there was absolute peace in the air.
I've never seen anything like it, and I hope I never have reason to do so again.