Untitled - August 8, 2004 The sharp snap of flags against the wind draws eyes left to salute times past. Amid the sunshine, the parade marches to a different beat - a drummer unheard but abided just the same. In a world where not asking is matched by telling silence, the nights soldier on into the morning. Eyes right to a sight unseen by the many and noticed only by another as the hint of a smile ghosts past a face severe.