They only had one photo of him, his parents that is. Well, only one recent photo he sent via social media. It was him somewhere in the middle east, his uniform top off and his parents were proud of him. Three days after the photo was taken they recieved a knock on their door. They had heard about the recent attack on a U.S. base close to where their son Leonard was at, but he was administration...they had nothing to fair, or so they thought.
At the funeral, there was no body, just an empty casket with a silver star laid upon it. They held each other tightly as an Army Officer read the citation for his award. "Gallantry, Bravery, Exceptional" as good as these words were, they wouldn't bring back the second child.
The words "he died a hero" were echoed over and over again, but it gave his mother no comfort and brought his father to tears. Harold Melbourne, pushed his son into the military, said it would make him a man. Harold Jr., a Staff Sergeant stationed in Hawaii, just felt anger. Leonard wasn't meant for this, and although his brother proved himself to be a man to his father, he had wished it wasn't with his life.
Julie, the youngest, said nothing. She looked peaceful with the news and often times during the service had to suppress a smile. She would be going to college next month and part of her wished that her brother had stayed in school, but he had something to prove, and he did.
As the funeral procession left the cemetery, a lone man in a hoodie that masked his features walked up to the grave.
"Hey buddy" said the man preparing to fill the hole where the coffin lie "If you're not part of the family, I gotta get this done, it's about to rain."
The man turned away and mumbled "I always saw a rainy funeral for myself." he paused and turned around to give it one last look and then said "Soldier to base, pick me up."
TO BE CONTINUED