Dishonorable Discharge

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."

Drabble published August 04, 2014 18:14

Richard Charles Davidson almost 10 years ago

Great! Heartwarming! Good job Olivia!
Christopher Angel almost 10 years ago

Nice social commentary and good to see somebody still believes in peace.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago

I really like this one, since it is a very good and meaningful story.
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago

VERY good, Olivia.
op ruoho almost 10 years ago

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