When we engraved the 442 names on the back of the medals - that's when the reality sinks in. Everybody in the whole plant had to be involved to check the names and match the medals with the cases. You see names of fathers and sons and brothers and the reality sinks in that basically whole families were wiped out trying to help people. But that's what we do - what we manufacture generally has a higher degree of meaning to those that receive it. It's not just any award.
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When they did this in the 18th century, it was fun and the purpose was to make the crowd have fun. ... If you didn't make the crowds happy, they wouldn't throw any money in your hat. 'Punch and Judy' hasn't lasted 300 and some years because it wasn't fun to watch.Tom Tucker
How does the primary tumor cause the bone marrow cells to settle somewhere and provide a fertile field for metastasis - does it send out chemicals that stimulate the bone marrow cells And why do those bone marrow cells settle where they do It also opens possibilities for other avenues of attack against the cancer to prevent its spread. Before anything else, however, other researchers need to confirm that these findings are true.
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Last summer we received a phone call from the Department of Justice requesting medals commemorating the fallen police officers and firefighters who died trying to rescue people during the 911 attacks. We did that order in record time. They know they can come to us and get high quality awards in the shortest time you can expect - but sometimes physics does limit some things.
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