“How does the uniform look Mum?”
“It looks smashing Ted, remember to keep your head down”.
“Don’t worry Mum, no Jerry is gonna get me”.
He kisses her on the cheek, salutes, smiles, then turns to begin his journey to war, and manhood.
As mother stands on the footpath, holding the gate, so she won’t fall under the grief, she watches her third son go off to do his duty, she smiles, swipes at the tears and waves him goodbye…forever.
end note : every few weeks I submit to the challenge to write a story in 5 sentences. The word prompt for this week is “Waves”. hope you enjoy. Dave