Jacob Fortino

The violinist carried himself with poise unmatched. Later by only seconds, other members of the band would start to show themselves and congregate with the rest of the group. It was a dinner party for one of the veterans who came home. Everyone would be having a good time; however, they saw the other side. Every one of the members of this band were veterans, different units, or branches and each were significantly wounded in some capacity. The people loved the angelic tones of the violin, but they had to look at his prosthetic arm to see him play. One woman was playing the cello, yet they focused on her missing eye instead of the movement of strumming. These people played with no smiles, all their faces, just weary flesh that has grown tired of noise. But perhaps if they drive their horrors back to sleep, an ounce of joy will be heard, in this victorious reunion of “heroes”.