Saturday, September 10, 2011
Old Man and the Soldier
"I'm doing hard work," I informed him defensively. "I'm out there defending my country. Your country."
"Yep. Yep. You are. I didn't mean to imply you weren't"
So, momma completed her grocery shopping. Heading home, I am sure she was already planning on what to make daddy for dinner.
Until he killed my mother.
And the old man asks me why I'm so angry.
"You know," the old man says as he spits out a wade of tobacco, "they killed his son."
"What are you talking about?"
A week later I packed my bags and headed back to the desert.