Father lay in his typical spot. Stephen used to sit in the couch next to him and Mother and play his favorite movies on the television. But now, he was gone–gone to war–and they were left alone in their house. They watched the news. Silence consumed them whenever a list of casualties scrolled on the bottom. Three dead from a roadside bomb. Two from a rocket attack. The uncertainty of war. Stephen caught in the middle. Alan wondered if his son held the same beliefs–the same smile.
Or if he was a part of those numbers.
What did that boy see half a world away?