At The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier...

The fierce gale of Sandy's winds, and the bitter stinging of her biting rains, count for nothing in this holy place, where men with bayonets stand their ground against the onslaught.  The blessed dead will be protected, come what may:

"....We did what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do..."


Via the Facebook page of The First Army Division East