In June, the weather was splendid with the sunlight pouring down vibrantly.
The old man in his Army uniform stood facing the new recruit in his Navy uniform, separated by nearly ten meters on the small road. Within this spacious front yard, every sound seemed to fall silent in an instant.
A gentle breeze blew gently, rustling the leaves on the trees on either side of the road.
For a moment, no one dared to speak; the servant, Helen Wright, and Grady Wright all stared at the scene in a daze, as if witnessing a meeting where time intersected.
Oh.
Only then did they realize that the old and the young before them were indeed soldiers.
Soldiers!
What a sacred title!
Iron bones and hot blood, risking their lives to protect their home and country.
Mister Wright's heavy gaze scrutinized Flossie, this being the first time they met since she had joined the military.
Military uniform.
The color of the Navy, white like the seagulls spreading their wings to fly.
