Durning these times of remembrance called Memorial Day, the few things #I do, one is cry for the many who served in the armed forces, # 2 is cry is cry for so many who don’t care and have cooked outs and go shopping for sells. This month is also mental health month. I wrote a story to describe the pain I am feeling and the peace I have found. The one thing that doesn’t ever go away is the pain. Please think of it this way. If your favorite person in the world was killed and people get celebrate on the death, I think you would be very upset. You don’t have to cry like me but remember what the 1% has allowed for you to have. Please separate the reasons of government using the armed forces but remember the soldiers.
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Title: “Memories Over Coffee”
In a house he could finally call home, an old combat veteran named Paul sat on the wooden deck with his faithful companion, a loyal and caring dog named Kazi. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil scene as the two companions enjoyed their daily ritual of savoring a cup of coffee together. Paul had seen many battles in his younger days, his sad face and tired eyes telling stories of a life filled with both triumph and tragedy. Kazi, his furry friend, had been by his side through sickness and troubled times, offering comfort and companionship in times of need. As they sat together on the deck, the steam rising from Paul’s cup of coffee mingled with the crisp morning air. Paul took a sip of the hot brew, relishing the familiar taste that brought back memories of simpler times. “Remembering when he was out on several missions” Paul said, his voice filled with nostalgia. Kazi looked up at Paul with his wise eyes, as if understanding every word his companion spoke. He let out a soft bark, as if to say, “I love you and I am here now, old friend. I will be with you every step of the way.” Paul chuckled, ruffling Kazi’s fur affectionately. “You are always the love I needed, aren’t you? Fearless and loyal to the end.” As they sat in companionable silence, the memories of Paul adventures flooded back to Paul. The camaraderie, the danger, the victories, and losses – all were etched into his mind like a tapestry of experiences that had shaped him into the man he is today. With a sigh, Paul leaned back in his chair and gazed out into the sky, the sunlight filtering through the clouds in golden shafts. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we, boy? But here we are, still standing strong.” Kazi nuzzled Paul’s hand, his tail wagging in agreement. Paul may have been tired and sick now, his body slower and more fragile, but his spirits remained unbroken, forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by their unbreakable bond. And so, in the quiet serenity of that morning, Paul and Kazi sat side by side on the deck, His cup of coffee growing cold as they basked in the warmth of each other’s company. The echoes of the past mingled with the promise of a new day, a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as they always had – as friends, as companions, as warriors.
I write this to tell you life is beautiful and precious. Take your moments and reflect, forgive, and cry, but don’t bring the pain forward into the now.
Written By: Paul and Kazi Dyer