The crape myrtle in front of his parents house together with several strains of palmatum acer whose twigs had been broken by his childhood-favorite ball still somehow grew up with him The swing carried his tender laughter lifted by the white oak once bearded his tiny footprints Will they remember him
The toy car he had used as a skateboard sitting in a dust-covered corner of the attic accompanied by a broken water gun carrying his innocent dreams The afternoon sunlight covering the empty dinning table as gentle as it was on his face dozens of snowfalls ago Will they remember him
The basketball used to hop around him witnessed numerous of his rejoicing moments now being wiped as new, inflated every once a while sitting on the bookshelf aside the medals and badges internally telling the stories of honor and courage in a voice we may never hear with our ears Will they remember him
The swallows making nest under the eaves of his old apartment whose injured ancestor years ago had been carefully held in his hands cured, fed, and set free The quiet hybrid dog who has met many generations of this swallow family after being rescued by him from a trash can Will they remember him
The scarf he had worn for many winters now tightly hugging the neck of this shepherd boy The compass he received as twelfth birthday gift now treasured in an orphan's pocket guarding every gunfire-lightened, terrified night Will they remember him
The helmet and bulletproof vest on which painted camouflage has been worn and fading tasted his sweat in many places of the world The dogtag polished by his burly chest The cloudless sky reflected from his wide-opened eyes The sands and stones witnessed thousands of years of human self-redemption now lying under him dyed by the dark scarlet bursting out from his motionless body