Folded Up Flags

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46614
United States
41° 36' 3.3336" N, 86° 16' 36.48" W

A plane lands.

Just as the widow's tears fall to the ground.

Another hero brought home in a box.

He is lowered into the ground.

His wife the only one.

No one else to wish a soldier goodbye.

They hand her a folded up flag.

Another one given in the name of a soldier.

How many more do we have to give?

©2010 Mariah Pawlak

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