Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Story from Copley Square

Stories keep coming in...this one from Marcia:

I felt a little hand tugging at my leg. I turned to see a girl clutching some flowers, and pointing her small finger at one pair of boots, her face filled with sadness.

"That was the man who took care of me. My babysitter," she said. "I want to do something special for him."

As I saw this girl cautiously move forward and caringly place her flowers inside the boots, I couldn't stop the tears from welling up. The empty boots, the soldier's dog tag; that was all that was left. He was gone from her life, leaving only memories. One question burned in my mind: "Why?"


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