The Visit

     The knock, the thing I have always been afraid would come. The smartly dressed soldiers walked up the the drive way to deliver the news. I ran up to my room and sat at the window seat that over looked my backyard. I have fond memories of the times Buck and I had played there. We would pretend we were exploring jungles in Asia, or blasting off in a rocket ship. Buck's favorite was when we played soldiers. He loved to pretend he was a famous general fighting his way across the forests of a make believe world he had in his mind. In that world right always won over wrong and heroes were crowned. A world were he could make battle plans and strategies. He had become a soldier, an officer at that. He had combat ribbons and awards but none of that mattered now. Mom and Dad talking to the soldiers jerked me out of my fantasies. Then I heard Mom crying. I buried my face into a pillow and cried as well. Buck was never coming back.