Topic: Veteran

One unknown soldier

By Christine Anne Piesyk | January 4, 2007 |

He had short, shorn hair, sunkissed blond, and didn’t look old enough to be out of high school. Light skin, pale skin. Blue eyes. His faced was peppered with healing scabs on one side. Shoulders that should have been energetically squared off were instead slumped, as if shouldering burdens the rest of us could not imagine.

He leaned back against the wall, a bright blue wall that looked like sky. His eyes, those blue eyes, looked out across the room, but they didn’t seem to see; instead they held a vacancy, a distance, looking far away and anywhere but where he was. He looked old, in the way that only someone who has experienced great loss can look old. «Read the rest of this article»

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