The silence…

You ever wonder what happens the day after D-day? When all the gauntlets have been thrown down and the lines in the sand have been crossed and battles have been fought and either won or lost?
There is silence. Haunting silence.
The kind that hangs thick and ominous, like Spanish moss in the moonlight on a still, hot summer’s eve.
Silence…thick as molasses that stiffens in the cool breeze of an autumn night. Silence…as each party pulls back from the edge and waits for the next move. Each not knowing what the other has left in their arsenal yet to fire.
Can you hear it?

That is the deafening sound of my silence!

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