Marty hobbled past me when I heard a series of thudding noises on the roof. I looked up to see what it was but saw nothing.
"Mike is on the roof lowering the flag to half mast." Marty explained.
"Why?" I said still looking at the ceiling.
"''Cause of those three boys that got killed in Iraq yesterdey."
"Oh," still looking up, "I heard about that on.."
"I don't see why they don't just keep it at half mast until the unprintable war is over."
I looked at him as he hobbled away. I had never heard him swear like that before.