A Sad Day
A blond haired lady dressed in black stood looking through the fence that surrounded the dock. She looked sadly out towards the water to the island in the bay. She heard a small whimper from her arms, and she looked down into the eyes of the small child that she held in her arms. Her child looked so sad; it was almost as if the baby knew what was about to happen to the friends and teammates of the child's father.
She had tried and tried to get into the trial to tell the court all of the good The A-Team had done over the years, but her efforts were to no avail. The Army didn't want to hear about the good deeds that the team had done for her and for others across the country. The powers that be just wanted to stick to their own agenda and who cared if The A-Team was innocent.
The young mother looked up and down the fence that surrounded the dock, which was the only access to the army base on the island in the bay and at the others who had come to pay their respects to the team. The people that the A-Team had helped out of a dangerous situation in some fashion or another. All of them were angry at the injustice about to be carried out. These men had survived a POW camp together and escaped, and now their own government was going to execute them. She stood there for several minutes with one hand hanging on the fence and one arm around her child, cuddled against her shoulder facing away from the injustice about to happen.
The announced time for the execution was at hand. The sad woman then looked at the island beyond the fence one more time, and in the distance, she heard several gunshots. She could not believe that the army would do that to someone like Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith, a living Medal of Honor recipient; first, they honor him, then they destroy him, and then they end his life for doing nothing more than what they asked him to do.
She glanced up and down the fence again to see the other people standing there hanging their heads low in sadness and silent prayer at the terrible injustice that had just happened to their heroes and saviors. Their heroes were now gone, but their legend and legacy of helping others would live forever if she had anything to do with it.
After that moment was over with tears streaming down her face, Trish Brenner with her small child in her arms, turned around sadly and then walked away slowly back to her car. The only thing that marked her even being there were several items attached to the chain link fence. A green beret, a picture of the team and her husband together and a small American flag fluttering in the breeze, joining all of the other items of remembrance to these brave men left on the fence by the people that will always remember them for their sacrifices and bravery.