“Don’t ever be afraid of anything, forget about giving up, and keep on laughing.”

The Henri-Chappelle American Cemetery in Belgium represented the resting place of 7,992 American heroes, most of whom were barely teenagers. Once we internalized the magnitude of solemnness at this place, we were informed that this is only one of fourteen cemeteries of the fallen American soldiers in the Second World War. The burden tripled when we were informed that two-thirds of the bodies were sent home following the war. This massive resting ground that stretched almost as far as the eye could see was only a very small fraction of what the war stripped from us as a nation. These were human beings. People who each had a story, each had a family, and each had a future. My soul so desperately desired to blame an individual, a group, a country. Consequently, the more I blamed Adolf Hitler, the more I despised the Nazis, and the more I misinterpreted Germany, the more I realized this war was an epic struggle between good and evil. Then I understood that these men died with a purpose more meaningful that any one individual could ever imagine. Their deaths paid the price of liberation. The wonderful freedom we so earnestly enjoy today was paid for by the very lives of these warriors. To call ourselves privileged to be in the company of the soldiers who escaped death seventy years ago is an understatement.

Henri-Chappelle was the third cemetery we visited. Each visit removed a fog of insensibility that blocked the sheer weight that lay just beneath the surface of these graveyards. The glassy eyes of our Veterans quietly gazed at their comrades, their friends, their brothers. Then it hit us. An intensity of emotion fell upon us all as the ceremony progressed for Dr. Mullinax’s cousin. A picture framed the youth of a soldier who was just a boy. Younger than all of us on the tour, he was the price of freedom. Etched in gold inside the chapel where the words: “Oh Lord, Grant us grace fearlessly to contend against evil and to make no peace with oppression.”

In a muddle of joy and melancholy, we said our farewells around the dinner table. Our families, homes and warm beds awaited us the next day back in the United States; yet, a burden of yearning had already begun to set in as the time of departure from these incredible heroes approached. The last two weeks was a time that a group grew in togetherness despite its differences; a group so diverse that neither state, nor generation could contain us. Yet all fifteen of us students walked away with eight new grandpas.

The next morning was a rush to the airport and a long flight home. At Atlanta we waved goodbye and share quick hugs as we rushed to our respective connecting flights. The trip that a few days ago had felt so long was now over so fast. But the lessons we had learned were just beginning to take hold. I believe I will continue to learn from these men I have been blessed to meet for years to come.

We are a chain in history. These men’s stories will never be forgotten, and the joy of accompanying these men will always be remembered. Only a prophet could have predicted the wisdom, emotion and experiences we all encountered on this tour. And our lives as individuals will never be the same, or as one Veteran said: “Don’t ever be afraid of anything, forget about giving up, and keep on laughing.”

Sadie Wilson-Senior
Tyler Campbell-Senior






Mr. Bill Ryan

What an amazing opportunity these last ten days have been. Before boarding the plane to Europe, all of the students attended four pre-trip meetings. At these meetings we discussed travel logistics and the history of World War II, but most specifically the invasions on the beaches of Normandy and the fight for freedom in Belgium during the Battle of the Bulge. At the end of our second meeting we received the names of the Veterans with whom we had been paired. Unbeknownst to me, I had been paired with one of the most amazing men that I have and will ever meet. If I could describe Bill in five words I would have to say he is bold, passionate, strong, a Yank, but above all a hero. His impressive thirty years in the military will demonstrate that to you.

Bill was born in Boston, Massachusetts on December 3, 1924. With his father heavily involved in the Navy, he was raised by his mother until he was twelve; sadly she passed away due to cancer. At the age of sixteen, “two years under the age requirement” Bill joined the Merchant Marines, just one day after the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 8, 1941. Serving 30 feet below deck in the engine room, Bill made three convoys to the North Russian ports of Murmansk. Upon returning to America at the age of 17, Bill decided to leave the Merchant Marines and join the Army. He became a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne.

Due to the heavy casualties suffered by the 1st Infantry Division, Bill was assigned to them for the landings at Omaha Beach. When he landed he was knocked unconscious and wounded after his boat was hit by heavy artillery and it struck a mine. Bill was later told that two men grabbed him in the water and dragged him ashore under a small embankment along the base of the hills. And I quote “I remained at this location until that night, when the wounded were evacuated back to England. All day long I had a front row seat, observing all of the the organized/unorganized confusion that was occurring, not only on the beach, but out on the water. If only I had a tape recorder or a movie camera”. Bill has no idea what happened to the men who dragged him ashore, but he is unbelievably thankful.

After his recovery in England, Bill parachuted into Holland with the 82nd Airborne Division for “Operation Market Garden”. He also fought in the Battle of the Bulge again with the 1st Infantry Division. His regiment liberated the last concentration camp in Czechoslovakia.

After WWII he served In the Korean War and in the Dominican Republic. He also served as a Sergeant Major in Vietnam before retiring from the military. While interacting with Command Sergeant Major Bill Ryan this past week I have learned a few things. One of these valuable lessons is something that he learned while in the Army with the 1st Infantry Division.

No Mission Too Difficult.
No Sacrifice Too Great.
Duty First.

If we could adopt this mentality in everything that we put our minds to, whether it be in our passions, our relationships, our workplace, or in the duty to preserve the freedoms in our own country, I believe that our nation would benefit greatly.

The first time Bill came back to Normandy was for the 50th Reunion on June 4th 1994. With tears welling in his eyes and his hand to head saluting on Omaha Beach, he recited this prayer.

They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

Luke Elfrink- SeniorDay9Blog1 Day9Blog2 Day9Blog3 Day9Blog4 Day9Blog5

“War is a terrible enterprise. It should not be glorified, but if you must go, go and you’ll be a better man for it.”

John Cipolla was 20 years old when he volunteered for the United States paratroopers. He was assigned to the 101st division, 501st regiment, C company–the Screaming Eagles. They lived up to their name as thousands dropped from B47s under the illuminated blackness of Normandy’s skies on June 6, 1944 at 1:30 in the morning; John described it as his “scariest jump.” C company would continue to jump in Holland for Operation Market Garden and defend the city of Bastogne, Belgium during the Battle of the Bulge.

“You’re crazy!” were the first words out of John’s best friend’s mouth after he informed him that he was going to volunteer for the paratroopers. According to John, the tan jump suit, shiny brown boots, silk parachute, and extra $50 a month were very appealing, particularly the extra pay. Little did John know all that was going to take place in the following three years. The day John enlisted marked the beginning of many memories during World War II.

John loves to tell us all the good memories of the war and enjoys making us laugh, but every once and a while he will share a memory that he “tries to forget.” He remembers sharing his foxhole in Bastogne during the frigid days and nights, the way blood froze instantly on his hand after a gunshot wound, and the camaraderie of close friends. We will sometimes see him staring out the window and wonder what he is thinking about…what he is reminiscing about. Could it be the numerous hedgerows, the swamp land of Normandy, or the fighting at the front lines outside of Bastogne? His tenderness for people and life define him, but we know there are many untold stories in his mind.

A lot of John’s memories come from his time in Bastogne and the Ardennes forest. He recalled his high respect for General McAuliffe. John particularly likes to tell the story of General McAuliffe’s reply to the German ultimatum of surrender or annihilation: “Nuts!” This reply stood for the courage and perseverance of the 101st airborne, characteristics John holds with humble pride. While in Bastogne during this trip, John had to have his picture taken by the memorial to General McAuliffe, continuing to show his admiration for him. People would come up to John and shake his hand with tears of gratitude in their eyes, showing their admiration for him. John is very proud of what he and his company accomplished during the Battle of the Bulge.

In the Ardennes forest, there are still many foxholes visible after 70 years, representing the many days of intense combat and frigid temperatures. It was in a foxhole that John received his hand wound from a German sergeant. John remained at the front lines for the majority of the Battle of the Bulge and was only wounded that one time. After visiting the Ardennes, we went to the Peace Woods where John and the visiting veterans of the 101st airborne have a tree planted in their honor.

The inspiration for the Veterans’ Grove at College of the Ozarks came from the Peace Woods, and it continues to remain a pinnacle of the campus, honoring those who risked their lives for our freedom. John was the first veteran to have a tree planted. His devotion to the 101st airborne throughout Normandy, Holland, and Belgium is vividly apparent. We have been blessed to get to know him, hear his stories, and share his experiences. John said, “If you must go [to war], you’ll be a better man for it.” We can easily turn that around and say that we are better people because of knowing John Cipolla.

Jake Howdeshell-Sophomore
Whitney Garrison-Senior






The Greatest Generation

Milton Dierker was seventeen years old when he dropped out of high school and joined the Navy in 1943. He served in Russia before the Normandy invasion. During the invasion he manned a Liberty Ship that was purposely sunk at Utah Beach to form the artificial ports that are known as Gooseberries. He spent ten days on the half submerged ship providing anti-aircraft protection for the allied shore. Like so many veterans, he does not understand why people see him as a hero. To him the heroes are the ones who lay at rest in the Normandy American Cemetery.

“Love isn’t an emotion or even a noun, it’s a verb better defined as giving; as putting someone else’s needs above your own.” This selfless mentality encompasses our ninety year old veterans as we witness them still trying to serve us students, despite that being our role. They put their own needs aside as they dutifully followed daunting orders. Without question they jumped out of the Higgins boats with the blood of fellow servicemen flying as they met the wall of Nazi lead. To them it was just duty; they did not understand the magnitude that their sacrifices and service had on those around them and how far it rippled out to touch those living now. Milt has asked us several times why people would want to take his picture or have his autograph. The Veteran hats they wear possess the same value that a Superman diamond “S” represents. They are heroes to the French. They were their liberators! They freed them from the Nazi oppression their forbearers faced. Yet, in Milt’s eyes, he was simply following orders.

Few are those who see with their own eyes, speak with their own minds, and feel with their own hearts. If anyone deserves to fall into this select class, it’s certainly these men. Their incredibly strong identities forged by the hardships endured not only in World War II but also the Great Depression has ironically left them each with a distinct sense of humor. This was evident the moment we met them, and continued to be exemplified as our relationships strengthened. As the 70th commencement ceremonies ended, congestion left us waiting in the hot sun without food for four long hours. Fatigue and hunger set in, yet these men whose age is over four times greater than ours were cracking jokes and encouraging the entire group to seek the joyful things in moments like these. Proverbs 17:22 depicts this perfectly: “a cheerful heart is good medicine.” This medicine might just be a testimony to their remarkably long lives.

Hitler had found a glitch in humanity fueled by hatred. His thousands of machine gun nests, hundreds of heavy artillery batteries, countless mine fields, and hundreds of thousands of troops nestled in engineered concrete bunkers on his Atlantic Wall represented the defense of his growing empire. Our men had to face that. As John Wayne once put it, “Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.” That’s exactly what our warriors did seventy years ago. As they stormed the beaches, sank their Mulberry harbors, and jumped out of planes in the dead of night, they looked up, got up, and never gave up. It was this fearless courage that overcame the astonishing Nazi war machine.

With the great valor and courage shown on the beaches seven decades ago that described these eighteen, seventeen, and sometimes sixteen year old boys, it’s no wonder that they have grown into the greatest generation this nation has ever borne. They have laid the financial, material and relational infrastructure that has allowed this country to lead the industrial and digital revolutions leaving other countries scrambling to keep up. And now, we students have the privilege to be a chain in history as we relive these men’s stories on the very battlefields they fought.

Sadie Wilson-Senior
Tyler Campbell-SeniorDay6Blog1





Omaha to Bayeux

“But I was young, yeah, 23…not much older than you.”

Mr. Elmer Ward was in the 90th Infantry that landed at Utah beach on that fateful day of June 6th, 1944. He is a thoughtful, sweet man who humbly accepts his title as one of our nation’s heroes. He describes coming to Normandy as the challenge that he and his companions had to conquer, that “When you’re going at it, you don’t think about it [going to war]. You just do it.” Coming to the beach was terrifying, and he is truthful about the fact. There were German bunkers and pillboxes dotted all over the beautiful but turned deadly countryside. Soldiers with dozens of automatics and semi-automatics were entrenched in the bluffs and were well defended, considering that they had four years to equip. Mr. Ward described the beach as a kill-zone and stressed the importance of “getting the heck out of dodge” that “you had some cover scaling the bluffs until you reach the top and then BAM!!” God was watching out that day and Elmer realizes this. He asked himself how in the world he was able to get up those bluffs. I answered with the words that built our own country: “Sheer willpower and God”.

Today on June 8th, 2014, after a student-led devotion, we visited code named Fox Green Omaha Beach. 300 meters of sand made sacred with the blood of many. While looking at this gorgeous stretch of water and sand, we were struck at what a difference seventy years can make.

At Pointe Du Hoc craters made by Allied shells were at least fifteen feet deep and every bit as wide; completely covered in grass and wildflowers. Concrete German bunkers stand while little kids run around and play. Time may heal all ills, but it does not determine the attitudes of the many French people that we met. Our veterans were and are treated as the celebrities they should be. So many complete strangers came and asked in varying levels of English if they served in the war. After a nod of the head, a smile, or even just a look at these brave faces, one already knows. Many wanted to thank, to hug, and take a picture of our veterans. There was such an outpouring of support that I [Leah] actually became a little teary-eyed. Teenagers do not do this in our country. Most adults would pass on by. But here in this amazing country, even seventy years later, people want to shake hands and thank our brave men.

After Omaha Beach and Pointe Du Hoc we headed back to the beautiful city of Bayeux for lunch and some sight seeing. In the middle of the city there still stands a thirteenth century cathedral that is truly indescribable. The size and detail put into this amazing building truly looks like something from a dream. We were able to go inside and take in the beauty of the artwork and stained glass and go below into the crypts of the church. We were very fortunate to witness a concert inside the cathedral with awe-inspiring music. The streets around the cathedral were filled with restaurants and shops we were able to enjoy.

Mr. Ward has truly been a joy to have on this trip and its been another huge blessing to have his daughter Sue and son-in-law General Jerry Ragsdale here with us as well. Mr. Ward has such a gentle spirit about him and even at the age of 93 he is fully capable of inspiring us with his stories. He has not complained once and is always in a good mood. He is a quiet, humble man, and has not hesitated to answer any of our questions or share with us once the conversation gets started. Even at his age he is still truly a gentleman; always allowing the women to go first and constantly making sure we have everyone with us as we walk around. On a more personal note, it was a great day yesterday as we visited Utah Beach and were able to see a monument for his division,the 90th, and walk along the beach where he landed. We have been blessed to accompany him so far and we look forward to everything else this trip will have to offer.

Leah Rungaitis – Senior
Trey Graham – Senior






Ste. Mere Eglise

It was a cold, clear night on June 6th, 1944, the day an 18 year old soldier jumped out of a C-47 into the dark, limitless sky, stumbling into the soon to be war zone. As this anxious soldier landed in Ste. Mere Eglise, his job as a path finder was to find and illuminate the desired drop site for the following paratroopers. Today after 70 years, John Gaynor was able to relive this memory for the first time back in this village.

With street venders and souvenirs shops, this town was nothing like John remembered, except for the beautiful church in the middle of the square with the well-known mannequin of his friend John Steele hanging from the steeple. Although his first experience in this town was fraught with fear, today, we hope, he experienced the feeling of honor and gratitude from the people who thanked and appreciated his service in liberating Ste. Mere Eglise. We think everybody could see the spark in his eyes as we walked through those old, quaint streets.

John Gaynor belonged to the 82nd Airborne Division, 505th Regiment who made four combat jumps as a paratrooper in Sicily, Italy, Normandy, and Holland. He served in the U.S. Army for 30 years with more experiences than our time with him would allow us to tell. A few of these include the liberation of the concentration camp of Ludwigslust, Germany and fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. John is not a man who shows a lot of emotion but people can see in his face and conversation that he is proud of his service and life as a whole. He tells people the key to his perseverance in getting through war and life is humor and honesty.

One last story that was very special to John that occurred this day was an introduction to a person he thought he would never meet. It all began with a young women, Juliette, who planned to be married on June 6th, 1944. Unfortunately, D-Day interrupted the young couple’s plans and the wedding was postponed. This young bride, however, was so thankful that her hometown was liberated by the Americans that she received an address of one American soldier and wrote several letters and postcards to him. She expressed her gratitude for what he did even though her big day was nothing like she imagined.

Seventy years later, John wondered if she was still in this area and living. By chance we came across a radio station who was looking for a good story and they jumped at the chance to locate this lady. They were successful and took John to Juliette’s house, which was surprisingly only 15 minutes away. John said it was amazing to meet this grateful lady after all these years and that she actually remembered who he was.

This day couldn’t have been more honoring for John Gaynor. We are so privileged to know this man and share in this experience with him. Hopefully throughout the rest of the trip we are able to express how grateful we are for him and his service.

Tim Banowetz- Senior
Becca Mallettte- Senior






Normandy American Cemetery- June 5th, 2014

“You guys see names on the graves, we see faces.” 
The day started early. We left the hotel at seven, bound for the Normandy American Cemetery at Omaha Beach. That morning, we met up with a group of French students, some of whom had been corresponding with our Veteran for months, showing their appreciation for their liberators. When we arrived at the cemetery, there were crews preparing the grounds for tomorrows 70th anniversary of D-Day, where President Obama and President Hollande would be speaking. We started the tour of the cemetery with the Veterans participating in a wreath-laying ceremony at the Spirit of American Youth monument. The Veterans stood at attention for the playing of the National Anthem and Taps. After the wreath-laying, our group made our way to the Wall of the Missing dedicated to the soldiers whose remains were never found in the aftermath of the war. 
We had the honor of accompanying Mr. Herbert “Andy” Anderson and his son, Larry, on this trip. Andy served in the 348th Engineer Combat Battalion, which was part of the 5th Engineer Special Brigade of the U.S. Army. He landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day and served as a machine gunner. He remained there for a few months to help turn the desolated beach into a bustling port to supply troops with much needed supplies and ammunition.
Shortly after we visited the Wall of the Missing, we met up with the NBC correspondent and crew that would continue to follow Andy for the rest of the day. Andy wanted to visit the gravesite of one of his friends, Albert Soto, who he served with in the Army and who gave his life that fateful day on the beach. After saying a few words at Albert’s grave, Andy left flowers and said his goodbyes once more. From there we walked to the 5th Engineer Battalion memorial for a re-dedication ceremony. The 5th Engineers had erected this monument on top of a German bunker shortly after the invasion. For the past few months, Andy had partnered with a friend in Switzerland to get the plaque replaced. The first time we met Mr. Anderson he told us about the 5th Engineer Memorial and how someone had stolen the the emblem for the monument.  He said he had been trying for years to have something done about it and that everything had finally aligned.  The ceremony  had a great turn out with over 200 hundred eager listeners.  It was also an honor to have Brigadier General Funkhouser, the current commander of the 5th Engineers of the Army, participate in the re-dedication.  After the dedication and the revealing of the new insignia, Andy met up with NBC New’s correspondent, Andrea Mitchell, who asked him to recount his experience at Omaha Beach 70 years prior.    
After the rededication, Andy was the last to arrive back at the bus. This was due to the large number of people, French and Americans alike, that continuously stopped Andy to thank him for his service, take a picture, and even ask for his autograph. Everyone, not just us, consider him a hero. Knowing that the rededication of the monument was the main goal Andy had for returning to Normandy on this trip, made this day so much more special for us.  We are looking forward to walking on Omaha Beach and visiting the areas at the Battle of the Bulge, to learn more about his experiences during World War II. 
Andy and the seven other veterans we accompany on this trip have shared and continue to share so many incredible stories. We have the honor to pass down these stories to future generations so that we may never forget the price the Greatest Generation paid for our freedom. 
Alyssa Bane- Senior
Matt Fender- Junior


We started off the day with a trip from Paris to Normandy. Once we settled into our hotel, we set off for Port-en-Bessin. After arriving, we listened to a presentation by Ray Pfeiffer over the importance of the port for resupplying the forces and for establishing PLUTO, Petroleum Line Under The Ocean. We accompanied Mr. Bill Brannan around the town with his wife, Jeanne Brannan, speaking with many of the locals and men and women from surrounding countries. 
Mr. Bill Brannan was in the United States Navy and was stationed on U.S.S. LST 139. Mr. Brannan enlisted in the Navy when he was sixteen years old and was just seventeen when he was involved in the D-Day invasion. Mr. Brannan drove a LCVP, or a Higgins Boat, onto Juno and Gold beaches on D-Day. Mr. Brannan told us that he primarily transported Canadian troops to Juno beach and British troops to Gold beach. When the gate dropped and the troops were unloaded, the wounded, and later prisoners, were brought back to LST 139. Mr. Brannan made over 100 trips to and from his LST in the 10 days he was involved in the invasion. 
While in Normandy, Mr. Brannan has been very interested in the U.S. military vehicles and the men, women, and children who have been wearing authentic U.S. WWII uniforms. As we were walking, we saw a man in a U.S. Navy uniform with whom Mr. Brannan immediately began to speak. Mr. Brannan told us that his uniform was identical to the one this man wore! Since this man did not speak English, a man he was with told us they were from Holland and he was very intentional about thanking Mr. Brannan for what he had done for not only his country, but for him, as well. 
During this trip, Mr. Brannan has shown more humility than anyone with whom we have spent time. Anytime we have spoken to an individual along the way, Mr. Brannan has reverted back to his amazement of how they spend so much time and money on reenacting by wearing uniforms, and restoring the U.S. military vehicles, and their overall thankfulness to the United States. He spoke with us about how he does not understand why they would do such a thing and we talked of how the people of Europe are so intentional about interacting with the WWII veterans and passing along the details of what happened in WWII with their children. The generosity is all around us, with many individuals approaching us as we make our way through the day. It is essential for us to learn from these encounters and remember to share these lessons with the children in our lives. We must make the future generations aware of the sacrifices these men and women made for us. 
During our visit, Mr. Brannan was approached by a boy, who looked to be about fourteen years old. The young man was timid and slowly walked up to Mr. Brannan as he sat in his chair resting. The boy gazed in wonder at Mr. Brannan as one would look upon a super hero in a movie. The young man held out a small envelope and said, “Excuse me sir.  It is my mother’s dream to give this letter to a veteran who saved her country and life.” The boy’s mother was from Bayeux, one of the few cities that didn’t suffer the heavy bombing and destruction that many cities did. Mr. Brannan was enthralled and and moved by this gesture. The woman wanted to meet him and thank him herself. She left a phone number and we aquired the boy’s email address. We hope to be able to meet her on June 7th, but we are unsure if time and communication will allow this. 
When we spoke to Mr. Brannan of how he felt when he joined the U.S. Navy, he told us that he never thought about it, but that he knew he was doing the right thing. That he did what needed to be done for his country and for himself. Mr. Brannan has taught us what it is to be courageous, humble, and to persevere. Mr. Brannan told us at dinner, “There comes a time in life where sometimes you have to do what you don’t want to, but it still has to be done. If you don’t like where you are, then change it.”
Ethan Meeks – Senior
Elizabeth Martin -Junior






Travel Day To France!

Our trip began with a small group of faculty and students flying into Atlanta, GA. Once at Atlanta, our group’s size increased due to being joined by our veterans (heroes as they are called here in Europe) and their families. I will never forget the first time I met Irvin “Buck” Price. He is not a big man by stature but has a huge character and a great sense of humor. After our initial meeting, Brody and I had the pleasure of eating dinner with Mr. Price at the airport where he told us about his LST (Landing Ship Tank). He talked about how slow and cumbersome the ship was, especially while traveling down the Mississippi River to the ocean. On their way, they were side swiped by a barge which left them wounded with a gash in the side. Mr. Price then steered the ship to Evansville, IN where she was dry docked for 10 days for repairs.
Once repaired, Mr. Price steered the LST the rest of the way to the ocean and then joined a group of ships to complete a three week journey across the ocean to England. Just like our small group, his little group was joined by more ships from different ports all along the way to England, making their group a big convoy by the time they arrived. Mr. Price’s second trip to Europe, our current journey, only took two days of flying and then a half day of driving to make it to Normandy, France. It is an honor to travel with him as we travel through gorgeous yet wet country learning about the history of France as well as the war and battles leading up to D-Day.
Mr. Price is a Navy man who joined because he liked how the uniforms looked. He was a helmsman or driver of the LST ships during the landing of D-Day. One amazing story that Buck told about his D-Day experience was as he was driving toward Omaha Beach, a plane was constantly circling his ship. This plane came in low towards Mr. Price’s ship and dropped multiple bombs on his ship and two other American LSTs next to him. Thankfully, the bombs landed between all three ships and they were only about fifteen to twenty feet from each other! Buck said that there were no markings on the plane, but he assumed it was a German plane.
It is an honor to join Buck on this journey and we can’t wait for the memories yet to come with this hero! Thank you for your service, Buck!
Brody Huff, Senior
Rebekah Green, Senior