This plaque hangs in our church hallway along with 14 others serving from our ward (church congregation). Now I can go to church and see my handsome boy staring back at me and get all teary-eyed thinking of his service and sacrifice in the south. Only, he is still in Mexico City, sick as a dog. Pretty sure he will kiss the ground in November when he arrives in South Carolina! Take a moment to send him a quick email note!