He ain't heavy. He's our brother.

Mom would have preferred that her boys had come home on the 430 pm flight. It was not to be. It will be the 730 pm flight. The sun will be setting, a full moon rising, a cold front sweeping in from Dakota, summer will be over. The military motorcade will head east in the darkness. The Patriot Guard will be on guard.

The family is running on empty. Life has been put on hold this past week. There are dark clouds on the horizon. The family knows that the most difficult is yet to come. Finding the courage to face it is impossible. They need our support. All of us have driven to Fargo for dinner and a movie reasons. Every cent you spend on filling your tank tonight will be a cent well spent. Josh could be your boy. Now he is our boy.