one word [salute]
(ref: here ) The dusty militia-man stepped from his post. "Wow, these fifteen hour tours are getting longer," the thought to himself, as he rotated, acknowledged his replacement, and briefed his relief. Having no visitors was normal at the Memorial Museum; Jake, and others like him, had committed to watchstanding this post independent of tourist attention. Precisely seven minutes later, Jake found himself walking to his car. Like him, his replacement knew the drill - shift change was always fast and professional. Opening the door, the week unfolded in his mind; Jake thought on breakfast, considered a local diner, and found himself placing a to-go order at a counter near his loft. Waiting on a stool, Jake noticed staring; assuming his unorthodox uniform drew attention, Jake continued to appear lost in thought. One girl, no more than six, approached Jake; turning towards her, Jake smiled. "Hello," said the girl. "My brother and I wanted to thank...