Elizabeth trailed behind John as he cut a path through the crowd to the bar. Walter's birthday party had started out in a private banquet room, but everyone had long since stumbled into the bar, and they'd been the last stragglers to abandon the peace of the private space.

A young lieutenant spotted them and sprang off his barstool, offering it to Elizabeth. Normally she would have waved him off, but instead, she sank gratefully into the chair, her body overly weary from the long day.

"Did I mention that I'm liking the red?" John waved towards the bartender.

She'd left her suit jacket in John's car, leaving just a sleeveless V-necked red blouse with her black dress pants. She usually wore suits at the SGC, never knowing what VIP might turn up on base or who'd she'd end up on a teleconference with. The clothes she could deal with, but the heels were going to have to go. Her back had bothered her more each day, and Carolyn had recommended switching to flats to reduce some of the pressure, but she'd yet to carve out any time to go shopping.

It had been a whirlwind of a week. She and John had managed to escape the SGC at a decent hour each day to spend the evenings with Jason and Gavin. They'd made it to the zoo, the Dinosaur Resource Center, the Natural History Museum, and the Cliff Dwellings. They'd eaten out a couple times, but most nights they'd returned home to cook out and relax in the backyard. Each night, John and Jason stayed up talking after she'd gone to sleep. The first night, she'd woken tucked within John's arms. The nights that followed, she'd slept alone.

"Order me a beer, will you?" John peeled off several bills from his wallet.

"Why don't you just give me my wallet? I can buy you a beer."

"Not happening. But here's your wallet in case you need your ID."

"Funny." She glanced at the bills he handed her along with her small card holder wallet. "This is too much money."

"Order a nice glass of wine."

"That would still be way too much."

"Order a really nice glass." He grinned as she raised a brow towards him. "Leave the rest as a tip. I think our crew is kind of beating them up tonight. I'm sure they've earned a little something extra." His forehead crinkled. "I think your phone's ringing." He dug back into his pocket, and his expression darkened as he glanced at the screen. "I'll be right back." He pushed the phone into her hand and abruptly strode off.

She looked at the screen as he disappeared. Simon. She chewed her lip. It was rare that he called, even more so at this time of night.

The bartender approached. "What can I get you?"

She craned her neck, studying the draft beers on tap to see if there was anything John hadn't tried. "The IPA."

"Anything else? Your husband was with you, right?"

"James, got any sangria left?" Another bartender yelled, interrupting before she could correct him.

"Sorry about that." James returned a minute later. "What else can I get you?"

She racked her mind trying to think of something other than water. She hadn't felt out of place since John had been drinking water all night, but now that he'd ordered a beer, she thought something more festive might distract him from the fact it wasn't alcoholic.

"Can I have a sparkling water with lime?" Creative it wasn't, but it might be enough to serve as camouflage. This was the last night she'd have to sidestep those questions. Her back was to the wall. John hadn't mentioned the date in days, but no matter how that played out, she'd decided to tell him about her health the next day. Sometime after work, somewhere there'd be no witnesses to his reaction. It would give them the weekend to deal with any fallout before returning to work the following Monday.

"Want a splash of Tito's with that?" James asked. "We have several kinds of vodka if there's something else you'd prefer."

Her phone rang again, and she glanced down. Simon again. "No," she answered, realizing James was still waiting. "I can't drink in my condition." She pulled the phone to her ear wondering how recovering alcoholics and pregnant mothers dealt with this all the time. She'd never been a big drinker before, but she was starting to feel like a social outcast every time she declined a drink.

"Congratulations." James grabbed glasses and went to work.

"What?" She was only half focused on their conversation; she was more worried about the static hum of the phone. "Simon?" She only got garbled bits of something resembling English before the call dropped. She needed to get closer to the window or anywhere else that boosted her cell reception.

James returned with their drinks, and she handed over the cash. "Keep the change," she said, watching as his eyes stretched wide. "A little thank you for taking such good care of our team." Something warmed within her as she considered the kindness of John's gesture. "Can you keep this here?" She pushed John's IPA back towards him. "I need to step away to take a call."

"Sure thing. Cell reception sucks in here." He smiled. "Hey," he called as she stood up. "Thanks for the tip. That was really nice."

She smiled and took her drink, but before she could head towards the door, she spotted Carolyn Lam frantically waving her over.

Carolyn circled to meet her, before grabbing her elbow and leading her to a vacant high top table away from the bar. There were no stools, but Caroline propped her elbows on the table and leaned towards her. "Dr. Wallace and I have been trying to call you."

Elizabeth had reached out to Simon not long after her diagnosis. While she had faith in the doctors of the Stargate program, she'd needed verification from someone she trusted more. No matter what had happened between them, she'd known he'd be there when she needed him, and he hadn't let her down. He'd gone above and beyond, tapping into resources she hadn't known were available and helping her whittle down leads on living donors who might be willing to select her as a recipient.

"John had my phone, and the cell reception is terrible here," Elizabeth said. "What's going on? Was there a problem with my bloodwork?"

"Just the things we already discussed. That's not what this is about. We finally got the call," she said breathlessly. "They have a match. Still at Johns Hopkins. Scheduled for Monday. It's a living donor, so you don't have to fly out tonight, but we should try to get you on a flight Saturday morning."

Carolyn kept talking, but Elizabeth couldn't hear anything beyond the thundering of her heart. Emotion overwhelmed her. Elation. Hope. Relief. She spotted John heading back towards the bar and those things were replaced with complete and utter dread.

"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Carolyn's hand closed around her shoulder. "I thought you'd be ecstatic."

"I still haven't told John." She had a clear shot of John as the bartender spoke to him, reaching out and patting John on the shoulder. She didn't know what James had said, but John looked anything but happy as he turned away.

"Sheppard?" Carolyn seemed confused. "I thought you already had a coverage plan in place for while you're on leave."

"We do. Carter and I finished it, but I never told John."

"Oh. Well, that's easy enough. You can brief him tomorrow."

"You don't understand. I never told him any of it. He knew I was sick after what happened on Asuras, and he knew there were complications from when the nanites were stripped from my cells, but I never…" Elizabeth's words trailed off, and she shrugged softly as she tried to find John. The patrons of the bar had all clustered towards a bank of TVs in the front, leaving the back half where she and Carolyn stood relatively quiet.

"You never told him how compromised your immune system had become? I thought you two had a good working relationship. Why wouldn't you tell him you'd developed lupus?" Carolyn studied her face for a long moment before her mouth morphed into a perfectly formed O shape. Elizabeth cringed at the look in the young woman's eyes as understanding sunk in. It only took seconds before Carolyn's surprise shifted into something closer to frustration. "And he never guessed? In all the time you two spend together, he hasn't noticed the signs of your illness?"

"I've been eating better, and trying to rest more. He couldn't be happier with the changes he's seen."

"But your energy levels aren't where they should be, and you get sick more often. You haven't gotten the rash many get with lupus, but the signs are there. Even he can't be thick-headed enough not to see it."

"I'm alive, Carolyn," she said quietly. "He's not going to question anything beyond that."

John might not be in love with her, but she knew without a doubt that he loved her fiercely. She clung to that thought, hoping that love would be enough for him to forgive her for this secret.

Carolyn blew out a deep breath. "I suppose I can understand that after everything you went through." She sat quietly for a minute before speaking again. "Maybe you can do the rest of us a favor and tell him after work tomorrow."

Elizabeth managed a faint smile until she spotted John. He'd been cornered by a young and attractive woman, and instead of looking for an escape route like he normally did, he was giving her his most charming smile.

"Come talk to me in the morning," Carolyn said. "They have everything they need, but I made you a copy of your medical records to take with you just in case. Do you have someone on standby to support you while you are in the hospital? If everything goes well, you'll be in intensive care 24-48 hours, and then remain in the hospital for 5 to 10 more days."

"My mother lives nearby. She'll meet me there. Who is the surgeon?" The surgeon she'd been working with was on paternity leave, so another doctor with his practice would be performing the surgery.

"Dr. Anderson. I looked her up. Impeccable education and work history. You'll be in good hands."

Daniel and Teal'c walked up before they could say anything more.

"Well. This has been fun." Daniel had a pained look on his face that suggested otherwise. "We're heading out; we just wanted to say goodbye."

Her breath caught as she watched John put an arm around the woman's back. "I'm ready to go too."

Daniel looked back over his shoulder, tracking her eyes. His mouth opened softly as he turned back. "I thought…wow. I thought wrong, apparently. Do you need a ride home, Elizabeth? Sheppard looks otherwise engaged, and you probably shouldn't drive after what happened today."

"Are you feeling better, Dr. Weir?" Teal inquired.

"You saw?" She hoped anyway, she couldn't imagine John finding out she'd been carried into the infirmary because of the rampant gossip on base.

"Heard about it. Good news travels fast," Daniel said. "Passing out isn't something that goes unnoticed at the SGC."

"Right," she said. Daniel was one of the few who knew about her condition. Carolyn had initially brought Sam and Daniel into the fold, hoping there was some kernel of medical knowledge from a prior mission that somehow hadn't made it into reports. She'd been looking for anything that could have helped Elizabeth avoid all of this.

"I think it was just some of the scientists, and they're usually not too chatty with the military types," Daniel said, giving her a commiserating grin.

"My blood pressure and blood sugar were a little out of balance," Elizabeth explained. "We adjusted my medicine. That should help."

"Elizabeth," Carolyn said. "Don't forget-."

"I won't. I'll find you in the morning."

"Great. Get some rest." Carolyn held her thumbs up and smiled broadly before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Daniel cringed as someone bumped into him. "This crowd has gotten a little rowdy."

"I wasn't even thinking about that." Elizabeth frowned. "Maybe I should stay."

"No need. Sheppard has some lieutenants charged with babysitting duty," Daniel said as they headed towards the door. "They'll keep everyone in check and make sure no one drives that shouldn't."

"Do you not wish to say farewell to Colonel Sheppard?" Teal'c asked.

Against her better judgment, she looked back. The woman with John had her hand on his chest, and he leaned in close as they chatted. "No. Like Daniel said, he looks otherwise engaged." Not watching where she was going, she tripped, and Daniel put an arm around her back to steady her.

"You okay?" Daniel asked, keeping an arm tight around her.

John looked up at that moment. His eyes darkened, and she caught a glimpse of something that looked like disappointment before his expression shuttered off, and she found herself in the rare position of being unable to read him.

"Elizabeth? You okay?" Daniel asked again. "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, maybe give us a heads up if you think you're going to pass out again."

She forced a smile. "I'm just ready to call it a night." But she couldn't find it in her to say she was okay.

She wasn't angry at John, she was just…hurt. It was a weak word in comparison to the crushing weight she felt on her chest. Stupid, came that little voice inside her head, but she quickly quelled the thought. She had a rare glimpse of clarity, realizing until she got her health sorted out, she wasn't in a position to move on with her life, but she couldn't let him keep not living his. It had been selfish of her not to give him the needed push long ago.

She numbly followed Daniel to the car, allowing Teal'c to open the door for her. Normally Teal'c's small talk would have been entertaining, but even hearing him discuss the musicality of Snoop Dog and Puff Daddy wasn't enough to lighten her mood. Just hearing Teal'c say those artist's names would have been enough to have her shoulders shaking had it been a better day.

She should have been celebrating the news of a donor, instead, she had an unsettling feeling of being adrift, without an anchor in her world. No one needed her, but as independent as she was, she needed something more, an axis point in her world beyond the Stargate program. Beyond John.

She'd allowed him to fill that void for too long, and she was finally finding the strength to grasp the truth. That wasn't the person he wanted to be for her. Her friendship was his safety net. Hell, he'd even gone so far as to ask her out because he knew it was what she wanted, but she had to face the truth. She kept him safe from putting himself out there. But he wasn't in love with her.

She waved to Daniel and Teal'c as they pulled away from her condo. As she punched in the code to her door, her phone vibrated. She held it up higher, surprised to find Jason Hartman Facetiming her. She stepped inside, securing the door behind her.

When she answered, it wasn't Jason. Gavin's face filled the screen. "Daddy said since you were home, I could talk to you myself whenever I wanted. If that's okay. He said I had to ask."

She managed a genuine smile at that. "Of course it's okay. Just know I can't always answer if I'm working-"

"Yep, Daddy told me that too. He said you work too much, that you get tired a lot."

"He did, did he? Your dad is pretty observant."

"What's observant mean?"

"It means-"

"I almost forgot, daddy said you and John are taking me on an adventure when he's gone to California. Is that for real?"

Her heart dipped. So many things were about to get strange in her life, and she didn't want her friendship with Jason and Gavin to become a casualty of the fallout that seemed impending.

"Can I talk to your dad? I don't want to bother him if he's busy, though."

"No, he's right here. I think he was hoping you'd ask to talk to him." Gavin swatted his hand to the side. "Daddy, what are you poking me for?"

The image went sideways for a minute as Gavin handed over the phone. A second later, Jason's face came into view.

"Hey, darling. How're you doing? We tried Sheppard, but he didn't bother to answer the phone."

A lump thickened in her throat, and she swallowed hard. "Um, about that. Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?"

His eyes tightened. "Gavin, will you get me a bottle of water from the fridge?" A moment later Jason turned his eyes back to the screen. "We haven't even been gone twenty-four hours. What did he do?"

She blinked rapidly and bit down on her lip to curb the tears that threatened her eyes. "Actually, I don't think I can talk now. I'm tired-"

"You're always tired these days. Maybe Sheppard lets you take a pass on that, but I won't. What is going on with you?"

"I'm sorry. I thought I could do this tonight, but I can't. Can we talk tomorrow?"

Jason cursed softly, and she heard Gavin remind him about the cuss jar. "I know, I know. Give me a second, kiddo, okay?" He turned back to the screen. "Friday's are admin days for me, so I'll be close to the phone all day. You call me, understand? Because if I don't hear from you by 5 pm, Gavin and I'll be on the next flight out."

She nodded.

A hiss of air rushed through his teeth. "Lizzy, are you sure you can't talk tonight?" He sighed when she shook her head. "I don't like it, but okay. Whatever's going on with Sheppard, well, we can figure that out. It's what's going on with you I'm worried about."

She said goodnight and ended the call.

Hours later, her plane ticket was booked for Saturday morning. Her bag was packed, and Landry had rearranged his schedule to return to the Colorado Springs that weekend.

She'd changed into loose pajama pants and a tank top and pulled back the covers on her bed. It was after midnight, and John still hadn't come home.

She crawled under the covers as the tears flooded her eyes. She wasn't just upset because of John's bizarre behavior. She was terrified of undergoing anesthesia- and not being able to move or run- almost more than she was of the surgery itself. Her fears didn't end there. She knew what would happen if her body rejected the kidney. Dialysis would change her life as she knew it and could prove to be the one thing this universe had thrown at her that would finally separate her from John...and Atlantis.

Her shoulders shook as the strength of her tears increased. She didn't like needing anyone, but she'd needed John that night.

~v~v~

Elizabeth sat at the table during the Friday morning briefing, cupping her lukewarm mug of coffee in her hands and sneaking discreet glances out the corner of her eye at John.

He hadn't returned to his apartment the night before. This was the first time she'd seen him since the bar, and he'd yet to look her in the eyes.

John's team was heading out on a routine reconnaissance mission. They were leaving in minutes, and it would be late afternoon before they returned. Hours of waiting before she had a chance of finding out what was going on.

She realized the room had grown silent as they waited for her to continue or dismiss them. "Questions, anyone?" she asked as her eyes panned around the table. "Okay. You have a go."

John bolted. For the first time in years, he was the first one out the door instead of the last.

Elizabeth slowly gathered her things and headed towards Carolyn's office. It was the first time in years she didn't go to the control room to watch his team depart.

Hours later, the base's alarms blared.

"Off-world activation." Walter's voice was pipped into her office and across half the base via the speaker system.

She darted into the control room. They only had two teams off-world and neither was expected back for hours.

Walter's eyes were wide as she stepped to his side. "It's Colonel Mitchell's IDC."

Her head snapped up in surprise. "Let him in."

A moment later, Cameron and Rodney stepped through the gate.

Walter cleared his throat. "Is that a-"

"ZPM," Elizabeth said, pressing down on the button for the microphone. "Gentlemen. Conference room. Now."

Cam nodded, and Rodney waved enthusiastically, beaming as he motioned down at the ZPM.

Elizabeth tapped Walter's shoulder. "Have Major Severns meet me in the conference room." Aside from Mitchell, Severns was the highest ranking officer left on base with John off-world.

A million questions raced through her mind as she walked to the conference room. Where had the ZPM come from? Was it safe? Why had Cameron accompanied it? Carter was as level headed as they came, she rationalized. She wouldn't have allowed anything unsafe to be transported to Earth. But she wouldn't have sent Cam back without good reason either.

"I know," Rodney said as he strode inside. "It seems too good to be true-"

"Because it is," Cam said, shooting a glowering look towards Rodney.

"The Zed-PM is good news. This is the one from Atlantis," Rodney said. "We put the new one in its place. If anything does end up happening, it will only impact Atlantis, not Earth."

"Thanks, Rodney. I feel so much better," she said flatly. When Cameron didn't crack a smile, she knew. John was being sent back to Atlantis. That was the only reason for Cameron's presence. "You want to tell me why you're here?" she asked Cam. "Rodney could have handled this alone." Actually, anyone could have served as the courier. Bill could have easily installed it on the base without any assistance.

"Where's Sheppard?" Cameron asked. "He should hear this."

"Off-world. He's not due in for hours." She paced the length of the table before turning back. No one had bothered to take a seat. There wasn't a point. She already knew this wouldn't take long.

"Better call him back." Cameron's expression was grim.

After a moment, she turned towards Major Severns. "Do it."

He nodded and quickly retreated from the room.

"Is Atlantis okay?" she asked.

Cameron nodded. "It's fine. For now."

That made her feel only marginally better. "And the ZPM?"

"A gesture of goodwill." Cameron's jaw clenched.

One name immediately jumped to mind, and even without knowing all the details, everything started to make sense. "It was from Todd, wasn't it?"

"How'd you know?" Rodney asked. "He's been busy since he was last on Atlantis. Concocted a whole new scheme of some sort, but he won't tell us anything. He's demanding to talk to Sheppard."

"I can't go with him," Elizabeth said. "I'm going on medical leave. I can't leave the states for at least four weeks."

"Medical leave?" Rodney's smile faltered. "I don't understand."

"A story for later," Elizabeth said.

Cameron took a deep breath. "Carter wasn't planning on coming."

She swallowed hard as the implications of that registered. "O'Neill-"

"It wasn't O'Neill. It was Landry. He said he was coming back anyway and wanted Carter to stay put."

Because Landry already knew she was starting medical leave that weekend. It made sense from every angle, but the precedent it would set was unsettling.

"Um, if it's okay with you…" Rodney held up the ZPM.

She sighed and leaned back against the table. "Go ahead."

His face lit up, and he darted off. "Just wait until I tell Bill. He bet me twenty bucks a team from the SGC would find a Zed-PM first."

Cameron leaned against the table beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers. "The medical leave is a good thing, right? You hit the top of the list?"

"Yes."

He'd been brought into the loop the year before, not from intent, but because she and Sam had been careless, and he'd overheard their conversation.

"Sheppard's not going to take this well," he said quietly. "He won't want to leave with you heading into surgery."

She hung her head. "He doesn't know."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have to tell him."

"Before he goes? Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"No." It was a bad idea, fracturing his focus before sending him to deal with Todd. She raised her chin. "But it will be worse in the long run if I don't tell him."

"There might not be a long run if you do," he said, giving her a pointed look.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Cameron spoke again. "Sheppard aside, how are you? Do you need anything? Do you have someone to be there for you?"

"My mother. She doesn't live far from Johns Hopkins."

He whistled softly. "Best of the best. You'll be in good hands there. I have a friend on the east coast I've been meaning to visit. If all is quiet on the home front, and if I'm still here, I'll be near D.C. in a few weeks. Can I come see you?"

Her heart started skittering, and her eyes pressed shut. She hadn't even considered that. After they resolved whatever was going on with Todd, would they send John back?

"Elizabeth?" Cam's voice seemed far away.

The room seemed foggy when she opened her eyes. The base alarm sounded, and Walter's voice came pipping out the speakers. "Off-world activation. Colonel Sheppard's IDC."

"That was fast," Cameron said.

She put a hand on the table, bracing herself as the world spun around her. "Go ahead, I'll be right behind you."

"You sure?"

"I just…need a minute."

He looked reluctant, but ultimately respected her wishes. "Everything will be okay, you know?" he said as he crossed through the doorway.

She was grateful he slipped out the room without waiting for a response, because her world felt more than slightly off-kilter, and nothing seemed okay.

It took minutes for her to steady herself enough to walk without stumbling. Her body was revolting from more than just shock. She needed to talk to Carolyn. The changes they'd made to her medicine weren't helping as quickly as she'd hoped. As her world came back into focus, she made her way to the control room. It was almost empty. She spotted Rodney, Cameron, and Major Severns talking to John on the gate room floor below.

She walked as quickly as she dared. By the time she reached them, John was circling his finger in the air.

"Dial it up," he called to Walter.

He strode up towards the gate, staying steps ahead of her. "Colonel Sheppard," she called out. His posture stiffened, but he didn't slow down. "Sheppard," she called again. He paused before the gate, determinedly not looking back as the final chevron locked. "John." Her voice was almost a strangled gasp, and he finally looked back.

She tilted her head, imploring him with her eyes. She needed at least one second of any kind of connection with him. As the gate kawooshed to life, his eyes finally locked on hers, and it felt like a thunderbolt shot through her. She didn't understand the force of his anger, but whatever she'd done, she needed to somehow convey everything she couldn't say. She needed him to keep his head straight, to keep his emotions in check, and to stay alive- all things he struggled with when Todd was around. They could figure out the rest later, but Cameron had been right. There might not be a later if she burdened him with everything now.

The gate room went silent as they stood there, locked onto each other's eyes.

"Elizabeth," Cameron said softly as he tapped her arm. "He needs to go."

The barriers finally dropped from John's eyes, giving her a glimpse at his torn emotions.

She wanted to say something, anything, but there was nothing appropriate she could say in the presence of current company.

John finally sighed and nodded slowly. "Okay," he said before turning and stepping into the wormhole.

"Okay?" Severns asked as John vanished from sight. "Okay what? No one said anything."

Rodney gave him a halfhearted smile. "Yeah. She did." He patted Severns on the back as he headed towards the door.

"She?" Severns turned to Cameron. "I don't get it? What did I miss?" He dropped his voice. "I didn't hear Dr. Weir say anything."

"You'll get used to it," Cameron said, frowning as the major stood rooted in place. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

The major hesitated only a moment longer before making a break for the door.

Elizabeth knew she needed to get clear. Her eyes wouldn't focus. She was dizzy, her knees were weak, and if she didn't fall down, she was probably going to break down.

Her legs wavered as she watched Severns retreat. "Cam? Can you help me to the infirmary?"

She was starting to wonder if she could make it on her own to the hospital in Baltimore. There were no direct flights. She had to connect through O'Hare, and the trek through that airport wasn't ideal for someone unsteady on their feet.

Jason Hartman's name jumped into her mind. She could have him pick her up when she landed. If she made it that far.

"Did you say Jason Hartman?" Cam asked as he stretched an arm around her, steadying her as she walked.

"I don't know, did I? I thought I was thinking it."

"He in the Air Force?"

"Yes," Elizabeth paused as she looked up at Cam. "Do you know him?"

"Yeah. That's who I was hoping to visit. We go way back. I haven't seen him since his wife passed. I keep trying to visit, and he keeps putting me off. A lot of our mutual Air Force buddies are telling me the same thing. He's kind of isolated himself."

"I think I need to sit down." Elizabeth turned, planting her back against the wall as she fought off the black spots in her vision. "I never thought about it, but Jason's never talked about his other friends." She immediately felt even worse. She hadn't known Jason before he'd lost his wife, but she'd spent enough time with him since that she should have picked up on the signs.

The world started spinning again as Cameron took her arm, pulling her back into motion. "I'll get Landry to clear me for a few days of leave. I'll fly out with you, help you get there in one piece, and you can help me get into the same room with Hartman. Deal?"

"I don't need any help." Her knees buckled before she'd finished the sentence. And it had been a stupid sentence with hollow words. She knew she needed help, but it was one thing to admit it to herself. It was much harder to admit that to others. The darkness swirled around her as Cameron hoisted her up into his arms. "Okay. Maybe I do," she whispered as the world faded away.

~TBC. One more chapter coming as soon as I can. Sorry again for the delay between chapters, but the hard drive crash took a toll. Last, apologies for any grammatical errors. I sent it through Grammerly, but things slip through.

I'll leave you with a quote this Memorial Day weekend. Never forget.

"Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay, but we can honor their sacrifice." –Barack Obama