Toni Krebs

The Flag (February 15th, 2015)

 

The red, white, and blue of the flag flashed in the sky. Savage winds whipped around the fabric representation of our freedom, and we stood at the foot of the hill, watching, as pride filled our hearts and tears filled our eyes. Half of us knelt or sat in exhaustion, our uniforms torn from combat and bullet holes, dirtied by the mud from our trenches and blood from our wounds. Like the flagpole at the top of the hill, I stood resolute and, with a set jaw and piercing eyes, watched as the blazing orange sun sank across the field, below the distant horizon.