They Died with their Boots On

“You’re not going to leave yet?”

I shook my head again, watching the steady progress of blood.

“They won’t understand, but to hell with them I say.”

He looked up at me, it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Crucifixes always show nails through Christ’s hands, but the Romans put the nails through the wrist bones for support.”

He started to hum something and lost consciousness.  I waited to make sure no one came in.   When I left, the white-haired women smiled, and I told the day room director that Mr. Harper didn’t want to be disturbed.  She told me to have a nice day.  I nodded.

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