...if you can remember...
Road Work - Detour Ahead
The usual way was closed due to construction. You know the story, something about making way for a Pan-Galactic Bypass with the plans being on display down in some dark dreary basement corner of the City Hall for the past six months; so, you know, if I couldn't take an interest...
Which anyone who knows the slightest thing about me knows I can't... or don't... or won't.
No Turning Back Now
So, I took The Road Less Traveled, The Stairway to Heaven, or Hell, or wherever. In through the out door, that's my motto, as I hopped the gate, determined to get where I was going, wherever that might be.
Where the River Styx Ends
I suppose The Fountains should have been a clue. I mean, I don't know why The Fountains should have been a clue. But in retrospect, yeah, The Fountains should have been a clue.
The Fog of War
or so they say
Distant memories, shadows of the past, tell me, what are these splotches of color and light that fill my eyes? These sounds that fill my ears?
Is that the sound of military marching music?
Right! Right! Right-Left-Right!
Like some kind of ghost from the past, marching right past, just like the Midnight Marchers, only here, in broad daylight.
I don't think they saw me.
Just as well, I knew I did not want to go... wherever they were headed.
'Denied,' as they say.
But, like any story, like any path, one doesn't always get a choice. In fact, ever since that first decision, I don't know that I'd made another, and like so many others before, I was simply putting one foot, one image, in front of, after, the other.
Classically Retro - Newfangled Modern
One could make some sort of political commentary here, but that is not my way: to say something about how the present is like the past.
Perhaps, the wars are a little more just, you know, clear cut, brought to us live, as they are, in color TV, full surround sound, high definition digital stereo, available for immediate playback, now and forevermore.
Waive Your Flag
Red, White, & Blue
...or, you know, whatever...
But I'm pretty sure there's two sides to every story... or three... or six billion... or whatever.
In the end, it doesn't matter. I enjoy the flag waving, the spectacle, the grasping for honour and glory.
Just don't make the mistake of believing it can provide a higher meaning to life.
Day & Night
After all, when it's all over, the only thing most folks care about is food and family, maybe a little frolicking... and being able to walk tall down city streets as the day slowly turns to night, without a care in the world... not a care in the world.
And, well, if that's what those ghosts gave me, then 'Thank You' from the bottom of my heart... or from the bottom of my Memorial Day glass of beer, as the case may be.
© copyright 2017 Brett Paufler ©
a work of artistic fiction
captions and images may be unrelated
photo filters have been known to distort reality
and that which is not said, shown, or seen is often far more important that what is
Like I said,
this is a work of artistic fiction.