Private Danny O'Shea's Silver Star arrived in the mail six months after he came home. He opened the package, stared at the medal, then put it back in the box.
His mother found it later, hidden in his closet. "Danny, this is beautiful. Why don't you display it?"
Danny shook his head. "It's not mine. It belongs to the boys who didn't make it."
He took the medal to the town square, where a memorial listed the names of the fallen. He placed it at the base, among the flowers and flags.
A old veteran watched him from a bench. "That was brave of you."
Danny sat beside him. "No braver