Again another drabble...the title perhaps could have been, "War is Hell" but, "Collateral Damage" seemed more appropriate.The photo made me smile, Samuel asleep, nestled against my shoulder. I entertained guests, smiled at well wishers celebrating our magical day.
He'd been on a plane 39 hours, layovers in seven cities, getting home just in time for our wedding. I was thankful having him close; thankful he was there to say "I do."
Putting the album down, I felt the baby kicking inside me, tears welling in my eyes. The carefully folded flag on the mantel reminding me Samuel had not been so lucky on his third tour in Iraq would not be home for Sammy Junior's birth.
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