For him

I’ve passed by it for years in our hallway. My brother, sister and I made it for him. Today I stopped in front of it. I saw it again. It represents the right for people around the world to exercise their feelings and thoughts, within reason. That’s why we celebrate this country, the people, those who gave us the rights we cherish. I don’t know what he would say or think about people who don’t cherish their rights. Oh hell, who am I kidding. Of course I know. But he’s gone. So, today I’m pinning it on my lapel. I’ll wear it for him, for his comrades-in- arms from that era, and from today. Dad’s World War II Victory Medal comes down from the shadow box on the wall. It will be there for everyone to see. ENG Jr.