On a sunny afternoon, you could see a group of people, all dressed in black, in front of them was a coffin on which currently some men dressed in military uniform were placing some plates
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you could hear how the men hit them so they wouldn't move, the sound reverberated in the sepulchral silence
After the medals were placed in the coffin, an old man approached a woman and a child who were sitting in the first row of chairs.
the woman was just there, sitting, it seemed like she couldn't believe what was happening, meanwhile the child was sitting in the chair next to his mother, crying and running snot from his nose
"Her husband was a great soldier." Said the older man, was dressed in a blue-black suit, with medals on his left chest, on his head was a beret of the same color as the suit
The woman did not respond, she only seemed to come back from her trance, her seat was heard and contrary to what many would expect, she slapped the man, the slap was heard throughout the place, all the people who were crying for the deceased turned to look at what was happening "Fuck you, you and your fucking people, you're not welcome here, you killed him and now you're coming to put a bunch of stupid piece of shit in his coffin, like it's an honor to die for you, out pf here" the woman said, everyone in the league was shocked and impressed by what she said
The older man, who had to turn his head since the blow was so strong that he turned his head, said nothing, just stood there straight, and little by little he raised his left hand until he made the typical military salute to the woman, it hit 90 degrees, and looked at the child who kept crying, unaffected by what had just happened
The man quickly received a folded flag and hurried to give it to the boy, seeing that his presence was not at all welcome, he put it on the boy's lap and only said a few words "Your father saved the lives of more than 20 good men, he gave his life for it, and that will never be forgotten." After saying these words, he gave the same military salute to the child
turned one last time towards the coffin and gave the same salute, this time followed by all the other men dressed like the one around him. After this, all the soldiers turned around, and walking synchronized, they left the place, leaving only the closest family, who returned to mourn the death of their brother, son, cousin or nephew.
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This same night in the same house, Anna was lying in her bed, hugging the boy who was next to her, even though it was late at night the boy was still awake
"Mom, I miss dad." said the child, now it could be better noticed that the nile seemed a little taller, it was reasonable, since 8 months had passed since his oapa had left and, being eight years old, that time was enough to grow a few centimeters
"I know, my little one, me too, but let's go ahead, your osdre gave you one last mission, and you have to fulfill it" the woman told the child as she hugged him tighter, bringing him closer to her chest
"Yes mom" were the last words the child said before falling asleep from exhaustion, the woman simply caressed her son's black hair, god, it reminded her so much of him, black hair like his father's and his same eyes blue, he was practically a copy of him and she loved that, she had this child, her son, the only thing that was hers and only hers, blood of her blood, she had to be strong to raise him, as her husband and she had wanted The woman closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.