You’re scared to your guts that his name would be included in the long list of died-in-service. Your only true memory of him was twenty years back, mispronouncing help, help when you locked him in a steel cage. “Chulong!” he had cried. “Chulong.” And now you wonder if he also cries chulong in the midst of the war in the south.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)