Pete lay in his bed at the old Veteran’s Hospital, unable to move or care for himself. Though worn by the years, his mind was still lucid and his memories intact. 

Day after day alone in his room, Pete’s only company was his radio. As he listened to the Memorial Day celebrations, tears slid down his cheeks.

 When the Navy Band played Anchors Aweigh Pete offered a crisp salute to his Brothers in Arms, if only in his mind.

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Lillie McFerrin Writes
Word Prompt: Anchor

34 thoughts on “Brother

  1. Such lovely words. My daddy was a Navy man too. I wish I could say I was a Navy brat, I envy that which I've heard about being one. He served eight good years before I was born!


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