Old Wounds

I've heard that some old soldiers feel aches in their "healed" bullet wounds whenever it rains.
Even though Vietnam or Normandy or Korea are far away and long ago there is still a remnant of the pain. Scars that have long-since faded cover a silent reminder of another life.

And somehow the rain makes those memories come alive again. Just for a moment.

I think sometimes I hear the echoes of pain in my heart whenever he smiles.
I wish I could blame it on the rain.