A Soldier’s Last Stand

Solemn they stand in the grass, cold, white orderly. Tombstones at the Soldiers Home National Cemetery.

Would you know anyone there – the graveyard, I mean? I run by it often, yet I never see a living soul among the souls passed.

I have a friend who wants to be buried there, he wants to preserve green space as much as fall in line with his Army.

Me, I try to run by, run fast, and not think too much about that coming day.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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