It stood out in bold. The creamy color acting as a neon sign screaming at him "look at me". He could only push it to the side before it made it's way to the dusty corner of the closet. That was until his brother passed.
He sifted through the clothing, searching with a painful yearning. The neon sign blared at him again as his aching fingers took it off of the hanger. So it seems it is time, he thought.
His reflection stared back at him as he adjusted his tie and his medals. His skin could no longer identify wrinkles from scars. It didn't matter to him any more. He put on his shoes before waddling from his abode.
The symbol of freedom lay across the wooden box. People cried as they stared at it. The sky cried too, pattering quietly against it. He did not cry. He did not get angry. He could only stay silent.
The crowd dispersed gradually after the painful shots rang out. He quietly walked over to the box and rest a trembling hand on the flag. Two young soldiers stood on either end of the box, guarding and watching.
"You swore you would die first," he murmured to the wood. "I didn't believe you then."
He shakily leaned over and placed his head against the box. The rain continued to soak everything it touched. He didn't mind. Finally, he pulled himself away from his brother and waddled away.
"While everybody was taking lives. . . You were saving them," he whispered to the sky as he made his way through the rainy cemetary. "I'll see you again, brother."
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