Neatly folded uniform

 He knew people sometimes laughed at him, but he grew used to it over time. They didn't know that he defended his country many years ago and came home broken and alone. They didn't know the pain he lived with every waking hour or the pride he still felt when he saw the flag.

They couldn't see the scars he kept hidden or the nightmares that followed him home. All they saw was a broken old man who got in the way.

They didn't know he suffered for them and never thought twice about serving his country. He was one of many silent heroes who proudly wore the uniform now neatly folded in a cedar chest.

War isn't something you forget. It's latched onto you for as long as you try to live an everyday life, but normal doesn't exist for you and never will again.

Now, another white cross marks his grave among his fallen brothers as he finally rests in peace, leaving memories and pain behind him, standing before his maker in the neatly folded uniform he so proudly wore.

For all those who served with pride and honor, I salute you.

Mike 2024