Remembering
It was a mild and refreshing Remembrance Day. Veteran Phil was getting ready to participate in the parade, his uniform neatly pressed and his medals gleaming.
“Come, Mary,” said Phil, his voice filled with anticipation. “The car is warming up. We have to go.”
Mary came out of the bedroom wearing the most beautiful baby blue chiffon dress. She had a cashmere sweater draped over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.
“You are wearing my favourite dress,” said Veteran Phil, his eyes softening with affection. “I can’t believe you kept it after all these years.”
“You remember it?” asked Mary, her voice gentle.
“It was what you wore when you picked me up from the airport on my last day of service with the military,” said Phil, his voice filled with emotion. “This dress is something I would never forget.”
Mary reached out to help Phil with his tie, her hands trembling slightly. A tear streamed down her cheek, glistening in the morning light.
“We shed many of those that day,” said Phil, wiping the tear from Mary’s cheek with a tender touch.
“Do you remember me fixing your tie that day?” asked Mary, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I sure do, and do you recognize it?” asked Phil, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Mary, taking a better look. “It is that tie! I bought it for you before you left for duty and when I picked you up at the airport that tie was crooked so I fixed it for you.”
Phil and Mary left for the parade, both deep in thought and reminiscing. The crisp air filled their lungs as they walked hand in hand, remembering Phil’s commitment to their great country and the sacrifices that were made to provide freedom to others.
Mary was very proud, watching Phil march in the parade. The sound of the marching band filled the air, and the sight of the veterans in their uniforms brought tears to her eyes. She blew him a kiss, and he, in turn, blew one back to her, his heart swelling with pride and love.
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