As the spaceships flew over, mothers pointed. “Look, honey. What’s that?” Little boys waved, excited. Then the bombs started falling.
They praised him. They paraded in his honor. They called him “Hero”. But everyone knew he could never walk on a Purple Heart.
He rang the doorbell. When she answered, he stabbed her in the heart. He turned away and cried. He hated his job with the Military Police.
After the war, Eve worked in a department store. Amid the perfume and soaps, she pined for the smell of gun oil and blood. Peace was dull.