Monument
He started the car. On the way, his sons asked “What did you do in the war
daddy?” and got fries and chocolate shakes from McDonald’s instead.
Daddy had the same question.
Latrun was a disaster, boy. Some of our men were survivors just off the boat from Europe.
They parked, took the Metro, checked the map, asked for directions, found the spot.
Children in fatigues, standing with their fathers, press their fingers against stone.