June dribbles - 4

Parking-lot’s full of trucks. Cycle-rack’s full of bikes. Bar’s full of real men drinking real beer and telling real tales of real war.
The old man nods his head, heart filled with memories of friends long gone—the sea reminds him how they died.
Small girl says, “Come home Grandpa.”

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