Some people go through life without ever experiencing something that completely changes their life, but not me. About three years ago I saw the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I had detention and had no way of getting home besides the two mile long walk. And at about the half mile mark it started snowing really hard (what do you expect, it's New England). So, despite my best judgement, I decided to take the short cut through the grave yard. As I'm walking through, I see a lone marine in full combat uniform standing in front of a headstone. On his chest I could read the name Moore.