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A car salesman looked out from his dealership, at the dreary sky and hesitant sun, that barely peeked through the thick morning clouds.

It was a slow day in a rather slow, small country town. People didn't care for the slashed prices nor the red, white, and blue decorations he'd so painstakingly put up.

They were barbecuing and mingling with relatives they didn't like. Everything but honoring the fallen.

War be damned, Recession be damned, they'd have fun at the expense of tradition... solider's memory forgotten.

Bob hobbled over to the door.


He went and visited his friend's grave.

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