The Cigar Box

The cigar box reposed upon the closet shelf for nigh on fifty years. Oft his family wondered what it held. Perhaps some treasured souvenirs? The old man, a veteran, had fought in the European Theater of Operations. He never talked about that nor did he ever boast of any special decorations. Alas, he mustered for that final call of the roll to begin his eternal bourne. His passing left behind a loving family and a grateful nation to mourn. Rifle shots echoed o'er the hills - the clarion sound of "Taps" was played. The Chaplain rendered words of hope and in hallowed clay he was laid. His son sorted through his Dad's things learning facts he never knew. Neatly folded in a trunk was his army uniform looking almost new. He found hundreds of ribbon-bound V-mail letters to his beloved wife, Expressing his love and hope for their life together beyond the terrible strife. He was curious about the cigar box and pulled it down from the shelf. There he found treasured things that his Dad had kept to himself. His dog tags on a chain, faded snapshots of his wife and old army pals, Staff sergeant chevrons, his honorable discharge and some old decals. He choked back tears of pride as he discovered the coveted Silver Star, And the citation that read of his bravery for heroic actions on the Saar! There was also a Purple Heart and two Bronze Star Medals he had earned. He was in awe of his humble but heroic Dad and the things he had learned! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved