"Can you see anything?!" The soldier to my left was screaming to be heard over the sound of mortar fire. His face was covered in soot and I had no idea who he was. I shook my head; my throat was filled with smoke. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the fire, motioning. "Keep low!" We crawled in the trench, our knees soaked through with a viscous liquid the likes of which I did my best to push from my frantic mind. We approached a sort of end of the trench and there was light, brightly flashing. As each pop of light illuminated the sky, our flag was also illuminated, frozen in the moment. Its presence was comforting and the proof through the night that we were winning.
Those Daily Post pixies have not been paying attention to my life. At all. Here is there demand du jour:
Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!
I spend more of my time listening to deep house music which is rhythmic and often without lyrics.
However, I powered up the internet box at about 4:30 this morning and in the background had on the morning news. The daughters of one of our local newscasters, along with one of their friends, had been at the March on Washington celebration yesterday. They were the ones who sang the National Anthem. The news shared a clip of them singing and so, the third line of that portion of the "Star Spangled Banner" happened to be
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
And there you have it.