The General

I found him in the distant field,inside the large cotton combine, rippled by the the distant heat. He fought all the great battles and returned home intact, if not bruized by the loss of so many; some of whom, who came from these parts. And now he was out in the distant field, where he would remain for days, perhaps pondering the losses, or the gains of war, which never really amounted to much. We left him there, to seak his own peace, and, when he was ready he would come back to us