Summary:
Sugoroku pays his debt to those lost in the wars. Drabble.
Disclaimer:
Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Probably never will.
A Day of Remembrance
By: Nachzes-Black Rider
In Flanders fields the poppies blow We are the Dead. Short days ago Take up our quarrel with the foe:
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
--'In Flanders's Fields'; John McCrae
Two minutes of silence.
Sugoroku Mutö stared down at the cross in front of him, a poppy held in one hand.
The blossom fluttered in the November wind.
In field filled with thousands of white crosses…only one man stood solitary in front of one—a crimson blossom in hand, head bent.
He looked up and blinked away tears.
'Farewell, Old Friend.'
His grip relaxed—the poppy falling to the emerald grass in front of the cross.
He left.
The blue sky bled crimson as the golden sun sank below the horizon.
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