He was a coward and he let stronger men die for him.

I didn’t say that out loud to the curious boy in front of me,
looking so hopeful for tales of adventure and fun.

I thought of the innocent question again what was his grandfather like in the war?
I can’t think of anything but of that craven hiding in the dirt while the brave dropped around him.
Telling the truth was out of the question. How could I disappoint this boy?
He didn’t need to know or fear that he had the blood of a gutless man in him.
I lied.

“I was… lucky.”

But that wasn’t a lie. I look now at the precious innocent life in front and my beautiful family surrounding me, I am lucky.


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