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On the third day of August, soldiers knocked on our door.

I held Mama close, confused, feeling her tears burn my shoulders.

A lonely horn played Taps, as they lowered my star spangled father's casket into his enteral grave.

I was but a child then...

Now? I am a man.

The draft officer spits at me as I join in burning my card. A dark brother no longer filled with rage, I smile at him.

"How will you serve your country!?"

"By being there for my children. By raising them to be above this... better than I could've ever be."

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    Richard Charles Davidson almost 10 years ago

    Great! Heartwarming! Good job Olivia!

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    Christopher Angel almost 10 years ago

    Nice social commentary and good to see somebody still believes in peace.

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    Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago

    I really like this one, since it is a very good and meaningful story.

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    Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago

    VERY good, Olivia.

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    op ruoho almost 10 years ago

    Great to read writing from someone who see the military for what it really is/does. =)

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    Horrorshow almost 10 years ago

    Love this. The protagonist is a true Patriot, not a blind fool. Very well written as always, Olivia. Your writing keeps getting stronger and stronger.

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