Author name: Jenny Ng

I am always fascinated by the tattoo culture and the stories behind each individual's ink. As I get older, I begin to appreciate the artistry and skill that goes into creating a tattoo, and I eventually decided to create this blog to talk about every thing tattoo!

They Dumped Her in a Veterans Parking Lot… and an Old Soldier Refused to Walk Away

Part 1: The Girl They Left at the Vet Center They didn’t even stop all the way when they dumped the little girl at the veterans center, just slowed the SUV enough to shove her out so she stumbled across the cracked asphalt clutching a torn backpack. By the time she caught her balance and

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They Bulldozed My Brother’s Veterans’ Workshop While I Held His Flag – And Our Whole City Watched

Part 1: The Day They Buried More Than My Brother They brought a bulldozer to my dead brother’s veterans’ workshop while I was still holding his folded flag at the funeral, and by the time I got back, every memory he built there was rubble. The funeral felt like something happening to someone else. One

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Hundreds of Veterans Filled the Empty Chapel So a Forgotten 11-Year-Old Wouldn’t Be Buried Alone

Part One – The Empty Chapel On the morning they planned to bury the little girl with the flag-print sneakers, there were only three things in the chapel: the funeral director, a janitor avoiding his eyes, and a folded flag nobody wanted to claim. By sunset, that same little girl would have every seat filled—and

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The Note Behind the Medals: How a ‘Broken’ Veteran Saved His Daughter and Granddaughter

Part 1: The Parking Lot Ultimatum “Choose, Em: your soldier father or me,” Ryan said as my daughter shoved my war medals into my hands. I came to drop off a teddy bear; instead I watched my child decide I was who had to go. My name is Jack Miller. Twenty years ago strangers shook

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