*Note this is NOT based on a real story just my imagination at work.* His fingers trembled as he held the note it was dated ten years ago. He inhaled sharply as he read the words. Dear Sir, You dont know me and I dont know you. But Ill never forget the sacrifice you made for me that day, He stopped and closed his eyes as the images flashed before him. The explosion, the smoke and the screams. The little girl she couldnt of been more than ten that happened to be way to close to the roadside bomb. He had thrown himself on top of her and felt the debris hit him and the fire licked his skin. His empty hand rub his knee where they had cut off his leg as his other hand clutched the note. Sir...a soft voice said behind him, Im sorry sir but its time for your meds. His trembling hand reached for the pills. Why now? Why after all this time did this letter finally reach me? He muttered more to himself than the nurse. Some things cant be explained Sir. the pretty Arabic nurse replied. His eyes flicked down to finish the note as the nurse slowly moved away. They say Ill always walk with a limp but its nothing compared to the price you paid. It was then when it hit him his head jerked up as he caught the image of the nurse as she slowly walked towards to the door. The limp was so slight he had barely noticed it before she turned as if she felt his gaze upon her. Her lips turned up in a slow sad smile and she nodded in his direction her lips formed the words thank you though the words never felt her lips. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the flags waving....it couldnt be...on today of all days. His own personal miracle on veterans day.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 00:06:37 +0000
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