It was bright and he'd forgotten his sunglasses, RayBan aviators matte with wear. It is not as simple as sucking it in, at least not for someone like him. A military man cannot simply forget such a thing, as he cannot stop lightly brushing the spot of the entry wound, cannot forget the luster of the medal that shines hypocritical, as the blood split and lives took to earn it is branded heroic. Eyes speak war, more than injuries and dusty uniforms, flags on gravestones, lopsided postures and letters written in smeared ink. It was bright, but maybe not as much, as the military man walks to the nearest street vendor and buys a plastic pair for ten dollars, knowing it will fall apart that night and relieved, finally, that something will fall apart with him.