Father and Son

"Last Sunday I met D's father. He was visiting C for Charlie Company, talking with Soldiers that had known his son, collecting email addresses and phone numbers, wanting pictures of his boy. SFC Anderson, my longtime friend and platoon sergeant, told me Arnold Sr was outside.
I stood inside the glass doors watching him talk to the company commander, unsure what exactly to do.
Conflicting emotions rose up inside, my chest filling a balloon of pain, throat tight. I felt rooted to the spot, gravity holding me down to the concrete floor. How do I tell this man what I know? What I feel? What I felt that day? "
This is Your War II