He wore the scars


He wore the scars of hard work, unrelenting physical labor

He built the rails we ride on, the roads we drive on, the buildings we live in

His government sent his offspring off to some war, somewhere, for some noble goal. That’s what he was told.

He was lucky; his offspring came home

Whole

His reward for all of this was a warm home and a family

Who no longer see him, love him, laugh with him, care for him

He went to his Lord, we are told

He had mere months of freedom after years of hammers and nails

His widow will join him after she enjoys the grandchildren, the vacation, the time away

He thought he’d do those with her

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