Most of all, he liked the way the townspeople threw themselves into that
weekend, how much they cared, how strong their pride.
His father had told him of the ancient man who, when he himself was a little
boy, had walked creakily down Main Street wearing Confederate gray at an
earlier Memorial Day. One of the last living testaments to the Civil War.
Dead now, as they all were, Devin mused as he glanced over at the memorial in
the town's square. Dead, but not and never forgotten.
At least not in little towns such as these, which had once known the sound of mortar and
rifle fire and the terrible cries of the wounded.
The Heart of Devin MacKade
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By Rennett Stowe from USA - United States Flag, CC BY 2.0,
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