War. Soldiers. Veterans. PTSD.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…
This is my way of coming to an understanding of the death of a soldier. How to see the hunter becoming the hunted. The killer becoming the killed.
The poppy is for remembering those that fell. The larger eagle has the fallen in his wing span, there is a sadness in his eyes but a majesty in his presence. A quiet certainty and a belief in what we stand for.