Memorial Day
On the fireplace mantel sits an eclectic assembly of photographs, people smiling from pictures taken from various decades and occasions. On the corner of the mantel is the picture of an old man. His sharp eyes smile out from the picture in contrast to the feebleness of the aging body framing them. In front of the picture sits a small urn devoid of the layer of dust that coats the rest of the bric-a-brac memories in the room. In the center of the mantel rests an American flag, carefully folded and proudly displayed in a triangular oak case.
A small photo album lays on the coffee table. A young woman thumbs thru faded pictures of B-29s, tropical islands and young men in military garb. She looks up from the album, tears fill her eyes. "Thank you Pop-Pop.". She grabs a tissue and blots the tears from her eyes. Resolutely she pulls together a quick and simple lunch of finger food and some paper plates and arranges it on the coffee table.
"Kids! Lunch and story time is in the living room today!".
Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it. - Mark Twain
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