A Melancholy Juxtaposition

I watched the groundskeepers lifting the 27,000 odd American flags from the graves at Barrancas National Cemetary today. Solitary fellows moving through the white headstones, some heartbreakingly white…new…this war. Their carts were left parked on the driveway as they bent and plucked among the rows, tucking rolled up red, white and blue under an arm then moving to the next, dronelike. Passed over the Bayou Grande Bridge a minute or two later and watched as a fatigue clad Saudi Royal Air Force flight student gassed up at the BP out the front gate.
Ebb and flow.

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