He lay down the mask for a moment. Memories of those days of war and the friends he lost flooded his mind. Childhood days of toys, bikes and valentines, all seemed distant. Sighing a final goodbye to those adventures, he adjusted the mask. Stepping forward to the edge of the trench, suddenly saw a butterfly grace the roses that grew wildly here, as if trying to redeem the ravages of war. There would be many a tear to fall as the remains were removed for a decent burial.
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The Bag Lady 
This is so touching Cheryl
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