“Get your windows?” I asked, grabbing a squeegee and a few paper towels. He didn’t object, so I vigorously attacked the grime on the van’s windshield. When I got to the rear windows, my upbeat mood evaporated. I couldn’t help looking inside as I wiped the glass. I noticed two American flags; then I realized that they were apparently covering two rectangular objects.
The man ambled around to the back of the truck.
“Oh …” I said. “Umm …” Conversation was not my forte at the moment.
“Yeah,” he answered. “Two more died without knowing what they were dying for.”
The man ambled around to the back of the truck.
“Oh …” I said. “Umm …” Conversation was not my forte at the moment.
“Yeah,” he answered. “Two more died without knowing what they were dying for.”
