“Get your windows?” I asked, and 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. 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.”