No Survivors

In the sunset I see the way he smiled.

Tears roll down my cheek, smooth like Honey Jack.

Something lacks in the air, the absence of humor.

The hollowness of silence.

No laughs.

No smiles.

A courageous soldier owed a medal of valor.

His face has a look of pallor.

His mother weeps.

He made sure this time.

No survivors.

Written by Minerva Violet