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Everybody Comes Home

The dust slowly settles, and the soft dreams of smiling faces embed themselves on a sheet of armor. The rigors of togetherness know no sight like hard sand and playful commentary. In line, and in step, we strive like one, mutually moving into an unknown oblivion. We sing songs, and we look back, forging a sense of collective identity through lost pain, and the jokes that deconstruct awkwardness and reveal the shadows of constructed confidence. A brother loses a friend but gains a cause. The armor was built to protect, but not to contain. 

Veterans Day

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PROJECT DREW

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