From a distance I watched…..As they folded the flag.
Only the sounds of his loved ones tears could be heard.
The soldiers prepared for one final salute.
To my left, Grandfather stood.
At perfect attention, prepared to say goodbye.
His form was flawless, His eyes like a hawk.
Holding the young soldiers accountable for their every move, in only the way a soldier could.
Ensuring proper respect was given to her son, as he was laid to final rest.
And with a single tear, he raised his hand.
A salute to another fallen soldier…..
a son, a husband, a brother, a friend.
A salute he had made…..too many times before.