He stood on the blood soaked hill with his left hand gripped on a wooden flag pole and his right hand laid on the silver breastplate over his heart.
Harry and Bob were sitting outside the cafe....sipping their morning coffee. They had shared sections of the morning paper and were talking about the weather.
It was November eleventh of the year,2011 when Alex VonDuer pulled his truck to the side of a dirt road. A few inches of snow was on the ground.
Dana sat on her front porch step and twirled a clover leaf by the stem with her fingers as she remembered a time long ago.