Ramsey Milholland

The old man and the little boy his grandson sat together in the shade of the big walnut tree in the front yard watching the Decoration Day Parade as it passed up the long street; and when the last of the veterans was out of sight the grandfather murmured the words of the tune that came drifting back from the now distant band at the head of the procession. Yes we'll all feel gay when Johnnie comes marching home again he finished with a musing chuckle. Did you Grandpa? the boy asked. Did I what?