What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Radiant".
The sun sat high in the sky, radiant and warm, feeding the grasses that covered the graves of these soldiers long dead. These men who died at Gettysburg.
Men whose faces would never again raise to bask in the light and warmth. Men whose muskets and bayonets have long since died to rusty ruin, men who will be joined by those not yet dead on other battlefields, but who will be. Because we haven't learned the lesson they, the brave and wasted men at Gettysburg, try to teach us.
The sun warms the grass, and their headstones. But not them.