Memorial Sadness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Taking a look back into the journey of a family member through memorial day.

 

As we lay in the meadow I could hear the trumpets blaring in the distance. It was Memorial Day weekend and everyone was celebrating by the lake. The birds were chirping and the ducks were quacking, the bugs buzzing around. Families from all walks of life joining together to grill, swim, and celebrate our fallen soldiers.

I watched all the families and wished that mine too were with me. I sat under a tree for shade sipping on my beer as jealousy took over. Everyone had another family member to console in and enjoy his or her time with while I only had a grave to go look at on days like this.

My brother and I were orphan twins. Our parents died when we were eight years old in a car wreck caused by an idiot on his cell phone not paying attention to the red light he was supposed to stop at.  We later found out that he was high as kite. I hated this ass hole from taking my parents away.

My brother decided to take J.R.O.T.C. classes in high school and later joined the Army right after he graduated. He told me this was the only way to get us a better future even though I begged him not to leave. He told me he’d return and he did the first time. He was called back to duty and served in Iraq. A civilian shot him while he was trying to give the kids out there some water.

I hated the machines used to kill innocent people. Used to protect our nation from bastard terrorist. But he once told me that we look like terrorist to them too when we invade their country despite the good we were trying to do.

That stayed with me while I watched the families play and enjoy life together. I longed to see my brother again but knowing at what cost I figured I’d try to live out his legacy. I soon joined the Air Force hoping that he was watching. Hoping that he was proud of his twin sister. Hoping that one day we can reunite and he gives me a hug while I tell him thank you for believing in this great nation and mostly for believing in me.

I was single. I didn’t search for love for the only love I had was lying in a grave. I didn’t think that I could love anyone else. For what? Just to get hurt again? I couldn’t imagine a pain like this again. So, I sit under this tree every year I can and watch the families that play while I remember my own. 


Submitted: May 28, 2013

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