BUMPER STICKER OF THE YEAR:

"IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THANK A TEACHER...AND, SINCE IT'S IN ENGLISH, THANK A SOLIDER."

TO THOSE WHO SLEEP IN UNMARKED GRAVES:
We have searched diligently for your identity but too many times in vain. You have a right to a stone with your name and dates marking the six feet of earth where you sleep. Many of you once had stones, but time has taken its toll. Your descendants live in faraway places or are no more. The land has changed ownership many times. The fences are gone and livestock wander your graves. Grasping hands always wanting a few more feet of land, and now your gravesite is lost forever to a subdivision. We know you were placed there by loving hands and broken hearts many years ago. We know that you were happy; you were sad; you laughed; you cried; and that you loved. We gaze in admiration when we find the tall cedar trees, the yellow buttercups, the blue periwinkle and the white bridal wreath blooming each spring for you, and in loyalty to the one who planted them there on your grave.
Author Unknown

BUMPER STICKER OF THE YEAR:

"IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THANK A TEACHER...AND, SINCE IT'S IN ENGLISH, THANK A SOLIDER."

TO THOSE WHO SLEEP IN UNMARKED GRAVES:
We have searched diligently for your identity but too many times in vain. You have a right to a stone with your name and dates marking the six feet of earth where you sleep. Many of you once had stones, but time has taken its toll. Your descendants live in faraway places or are no more. The land has changed ownership many times. The fences are gone and livestock wander your graves. Grasping hands always wanting a few more feet of land, and now your gravesite is lost forever to a subdivision. We know you were placed there by loving hands and broken hearts many years ago. We know that you were happy; you were sad; you laughed; you cried; and that you loved. We gaze in admiration when we find the tall cedar trees, the yellow buttercups, the blue periwinkle and the white bridal wreath blooming each spring for you, and in loyalty to the one who planted them there on your grave.
Author Unknown