Post by PATRIOTIC SOJA ($TSIR-MUNCHAN) (@Pressman2040)
ππHe walked to the chair. Then he saw the shoes. And he knew.
A soldier's son sat by the empty chair his father's chair. Then his eyes fell on the boots. The boots his daddy wore every morning. The boots he would never wear again.
ππHE TOUCHED THEM. HE HELD THEM. AND THEN HE CRIED.
There is no rank in grief. No medal for the child who waits at the door for a father who will never walk through it again.
This is the cost of service that no ceremony can capture. This is the pain behind the uniform.

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