Sunday, May 30, 2010
In Memory
She pulled on her leather jacket. As she closed each clasp, she mut tered a short prayer. Engraved on each one was a name of a fallen com rade. Her fin gers fal tered for a moment as she touched the name of her hus band. Swallow ing the grief, she con tin ued on. The top but ton was left blank, reserved for her own name.
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