The old man’s eyes slowly opened, revealing the misty gray remnants of a wise soldier that once was. His great grandson stood at his feet, both hands laying on his knees. He had dozed off in his rocking chair on the old beaten porch that overlooked the country side.
“Grampa?” the young child asked again.
“Yes, yes,” he said, stretching his arms upward and pushing his feet down, starting his rocking motion.