These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at
rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered
stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows,
the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless
alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth
may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of battles, in
the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death.
Memorial Day Vision. - Robert Green Ingersoll
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"Fifty-fifth Precinct. This is Sgt. Nacredi."
"Hey Mike, it's Kim Boscorelli."
"Hi Kim," the man greeted kindly. "How are you?"
"I've had better days. I don't suppose Bosco's around, is he?"
"Sorry. He's still out."
"Yokas around?"
"Faith? No, she's on her meal."
"Oh," Kim said. "Okay. Uh, just tell either of them to call me when they get in."
"Sure. Oh, and Kim?"
"Yeah?"
"We heard about Taylor. We're all sorry."
"Thanks Mike," Kim said quietly. "Talk to to you later."
"Sure."
Kim hung up her cell phone and put it away. She was still at the hospital. Everyone was hanging around, not quite sure what to do. She'd seen Davis take Mrs. Taylor back home after the woman had seen Alex one last time and signed papers.
"Kim?"
She looked up. Billy Walsh was heading towards her. "Hey Billy, what's up?"
"A bunch of us are heading out. You want a ride back to the house?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Uh, have you seen Carlos?"
"No, not lately. I'm sure he'll be okay on his own."
"Yeah, I hope so," Kim nodded.
She and Billy walked back towards the ambulance bay where the trucks and buses were.
"Guess we should start getting used to calling you Boss, huh?"
Kim looked at him, "Uh, no. He'll probably tell everyone later but Doc's taking it this time around."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Kim shook her head.
"Man, I didn't think he'd ever accept a promotion."
"You and me both," Kim said. She looked at him, "So, you okay?"
"Nah, not really."
"Me neither."
"Hey, where's Bosco? I thought he'd be here."
"Yeah, me too. But I can't get a hold of him," Kim said quietly. "But I did get my mom on the phone. She's got the kids over at her house and she said she's not letting them watch the news till I get home."
"Probably a smart idea," Billy nodded. "Climb on up," he gave her his hand and helped her into the truck before climbing in behind her.
D.K. started the truck up and pulled out into the street.
The ride to Camelot was silent as they mourned the loss of one of their knights.
Memorial Day Vision. - Robert Green Ingersoll
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"Fifty-fifth Precinct. This is Sgt. Nacredi."
"Hey Mike, it's Kim Boscorelli."
"Hi Kim," the man greeted kindly. "How are you?"
"I've had better days. I don't suppose Bosco's around, is he?"
"Sorry. He's still out."
"Yokas around?"
"Faith? No, she's on her meal."
"Oh," Kim said. "Okay. Uh, just tell either of them to call me when they get in."
"Sure. Oh, and Kim?"
"Yeah?"
"We heard about Taylor. We're all sorry."
"Thanks Mike," Kim said quietly. "Talk to to you later."
"Sure."
Kim hung up her cell phone and put it away. She was still at the hospital. Everyone was hanging around, not quite sure what to do. She'd seen Davis take Mrs. Taylor back home after the woman had seen Alex one last time and signed papers.
"Kim?"
She looked up. Billy Walsh was heading towards her. "Hey Billy, what's up?"
"A bunch of us are heading out. You want a ride back to the house?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Uh, have you seen Carlos?"
"No, not lately. I'm sure he'll be okay on his own."
"Yeah, I hope so," Kim nodded.
She and Billy walked back towards the ambulance bay where the trucks and buses were.
"Guess we should start getting used to calling you Boss, huh?"
Kim looked at him, "Uh, no. He'll probably tell everyone later but Doc's taking it this time around."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Kim shook her head.
"Man, I didn't think he'd ever accept a promotion."
"You and me both," Kim said. She looked at him, "So, you okay?"
"Nah, not really."
"Me neither."
"Hey, where's Bosco? I thought he'd be here."
"Yeah, me too. But I can't get a hold of him," Kim said quietly. "But I did get my mom on the phone. She's got the kids over at her house and she said she's not letting them watch the news till I get home."
"Probably a smart idea," Billy nodded. "Climb on up," he gave her his hand and helped her into the truck before climbing in behind her.
D.K. started the truck up and pulled out into the street.
The ride to Camelot was silent as they mourned the loss of one of their knights.
