Chapter 10 - The Second Front

The Arlington National Cemetery in late spring was a symphony of green and white.
Thousands upon thousands of simple marble headstones stretched out across the rolling hills of Virginia like battalions drawn up on an eternal parade ground. The cherry blossoms had dropped their petals, leaving the grass dusted with pale pink drifts that caught the wind blowing up from the Potomac River.
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I walked without the cane today.
My left wrist was still wrapped in a snug, flesh-colored compression sleeve, and my ribs protested if I took a sudden, deep breath, but my back was straight. The navy coat was gone, replaced by a simple beige linen jacket that caught the warm May breeze.