Memorial Day 5.30.2011

He looked out the window, drinking from his dark, black coffee. The eyes that gazed out the window were empty and haunted.

 All the celebration. They didn’t really know what went on in those wars. 

He did, he would never forget. He had lost brothers . The guilt rode heavily on him throughout the years. 

There was a small knock at his door. He opened it, staring down into the bright blue eyes of a blonde little girl. She smiled and handed up a small white daisy. 

“Thank you for serving, sir!” she said, meaning it sincerely.  

And then…  He smiled.