Short Storys

a childs view

This man that I have never seen, never met and don't know the name of has just walked by. He is not old but not young, yet he walks with a cane. He limps by slowly as if it causes him great pain, but he holds his head up with pride and I feel like I should thank him for some reason.

 I find the reason on his chest for their siting gleaming in the day light are badges, I recognize a few from my grandpa for he has some of the same ones. This man that I don't know was a solider for our country at a point in time.

 As he counties to walk a lady across the street sneers at him with disgust, she yells at him saying he should be ashamed to walk around looking like that with all those scars visible and that he could scare a little child looking like that. I don't understand why the lady was yelling at this man, doesn't she know what he has done for our country, she should know she's older than me, so I thought she would be smarter than me. 

The man's head drops, and his pride feels like it shattered on to the ground. I watch as this man who fought for us seemed to sink in to his self I look at my mother pleadingly and she smiles at me in understanding and lets me walk over to the man. I tug on his arm to get his attention, he looks down at me in wonder and I smile at him my big toothy smile. "thank you, mister," I say "thank you for all you have done. He smiled at me a large grin and patted me on the head.

 He lifted his head and went on his way no words were needed in that little moment with him, this man that I had never seen, never met, and don't know the name of, to know he and all the others like him were saying "Thank you.

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this was also written for my sophomore English class

thank you for reading

-kj