It is time to put down the guns and hitch up the plow. There is still anger in the land but sometimes you just have to let it ride. There are those that lay on the fields like fallen leaves. They will soon turn
to dust. The living must have to turn over a new leaf to find what they are looking for. It's time to move on. We cannot change what has come to pass.
This was shot as it was found at Locust Grove. All rounds have been fired. All shot has been spent. What follows is reconstruction and burying the fallen...salvaging what we can of the past.