Remember Me - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Twenty men stood around the perimeter of the large room, spaced on each wall in a line of five.  In the center of the room were five caskets, each one draped in a different flag.

Napoleon Solo stood next to  one, his hand gently stroking the blue of the Swedish flag beneath which lay Alec Borg.

“I always thought you two favored.”

Illya smiled, remembering other comments similar to that.

“Except for his being a head taller than I am.”

The bodies would be returned home for burial, but the UNCLE family would pay their respects now, remember them forever.

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Wow...well done and a timely reminder about honoring the dead of any nation.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Always... and thanks.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

They each had a nationality, but served the whole world. Nicely done.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Just perfect.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Very nice and very appropriate.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, above all we honor the sacrifice.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Hear, hear.