It stood alone in the plaza, just outside the theater, across the street from the Cold Stone in plain view.
Many walk by turning their heads in shame, some do worse. They don’t even know why it is there, and wouldn’t know why if they did, they never even glimpse it.
History has faded, and so when we tell them the sacrifice it represents, they are horrified. When we say that they were the lucky ones, they scoff.
“How is it lucky to lose a limb,” they say.
And so we explain how “All Gave Some, but Some Gave All.”
It’s just after our July 4th holiday here, and so I’m feeling patriotic and thankful to all those who have sacrificed so much so that I can write little stories.
Hope you enjoyed the story.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.