Picture Prompt #SaddleUpSaloon

The Unknown by D. Avery

The boss calls me Manuel, calls me Mexican. Manuel is not my name, Mexico is not the country I come from. I am Guatemalan. “What’s the difference?” he asks, but does not really want an answer. 

Hundreds of people come every day to this cemetery where I do this work. These people honor their soldiers. They are awed by the endless rows of headstones, each engraved with a name. 

My father, my mother, my brothers and sisters— they had names. My village had a name. 

The boss says I am lucky to have this job. I know that’s true.

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6 thoughts on “Picture Prompt #SaddleUpSaloon

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    • I suspect that attitude has been around a whole lot longer than “nowadays” In a whole lot of places.
      I should also say that this is total fiction and does not represent or reflect on the grounds crew and management at Arlington Cemetery. I am sure they are all very nice.

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