Trin stood with her friend Brianna. They watched as Trin’s mother, Thanh, visited her father’s grave site.
“I think my Mom’s going nuts,” said Trin.
“Why?” said Brianna.
“She actually believes she’s talking to my Dad.”
“She still really loves him. My Dad flew the plane she escaped in from Saigon. She still says he’s a hero.”
“Aw,” murmured Brianna. “Hey, does she know you’re doing it with Brian?”
“No! She has no way of knowing.”
Thanh returned to the two girls. She said, “Your father’s proud of you, Trin. He also says use a condom next time.”
Happy Veteran’s Day. This was written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here to find the stories written by other folks. Just click on the blue link: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/11/11/13-november-2015/
I wrote another story – not a funny one – that more firmly celebrates Veteran’s Day:
Victor’s sixteen-year old niece, Miriam, was learning about history and politics. So he took her to see her grandfather’s grave. He pointed. “He’s right there. Died fighting for freedom over Germany.”
Miriam snorted. “Lot of good it did. There’s many people in the world without freedom. What difference did it make?”
“You have freedom.”
Miriam scowled. “There’s oppression in many countries. Why don’t they rise up and demand their freedoms?”
“In those countries, their graves are filled with people who demanded freedom.”
Victor waved his hand across the headstones. “This graveyard is filled with those who fought for it.”