At the edge of a forgotten cemetery, three people stood to bury a ninety-year-old veteran. There was no family, no flowers, not even a flag on his simple pine coffin. They thought his story would end in silence... but they hadn't counted on the thunder rolling in from half a century away. The rain came down in a whisper, not a roar. It was that kind of fine, persistent drizzle that seeps into your bones, a November gray that felt less like weather and more like a mood settling over the rolling h