WWII Ghost

by Mark Hathcock

     My father works for the government. At this moment he is stationed at the capital, the same town this story takes place. Although I was not around at the time, I believe this with all my heart:

     My father was stationed at Washington . One of the many duties that he had was to rais and lower the flag on the grounds of the Whitehouse. As we all know, if the light is brighter on the outside , than it is on the inside of a window, you can see your reflection. One morning, as he was raising the flag, he looked out the window, accross the grounds. The morning was no different than any other, except that the reflection that should have been his own, was that of a WWII uniformed man.

     This reflection had the hat, metals, uniform, and facial structure that assured my father this was part of the unatural. Clenched by the fact the gentleman had full facial hair , and my father was clean shaven. My father has always been  a man of sound mind, and dismissed what he had seen, by turning to look out an outher window. A moment later he looked back, in time to see the man turn and take a step away as he vanished.