BJ sat at the back of the crowd. As a department head he should be at the front. But today was not the type of day he wanted to be there. Today was the annual day of mourning. The list of names always seemed to get longer. Some he knew; some he didn’t. There was one name missing. Or at least to him it was missing. Someone in his past that meant something a little more than just the mention of a name.

He simply sat at the back waiting for ceremony to end. It was the typical ceremony. The playing of the last post; the remarks by the captain and counselors. All of it BJ disliked.

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