Once, in the trenches, a bullet whistled by his ear. Sepia pictures of the past filled his eyes, as he threw himself to the ground.
In the next war, an air raid caught him outside. Shrapnel screamed over his shoulder to fall hotly smoldering at his feet. History flickered in black and white images with radio commentary.
In the end, his world was a video prepared by his children. The breath of a kiss touched his cheek as his breathing stilled, as electronics fell silent. Then the bright-colored photo of his long-lost wife came to life and welcomed him home.