He stood with military erectness, his right arm angled in farewell salute to the contents of the flag draped box before him. A solitary tear wound down his left cheek, following familiar paths. This was his last son, his last gift to the country of his fathers. He had nothing left to give. An uncaring gust of wind lifted the edge of the flag and, ballooning under it, threw it onto the dirt. The old man lowered his arm and turned away.