Early morning, April 12th.
The day started like every other with Norman spending hours on the wall repairing the shoddy work his colleagues had done the night before. At the rate they were going, this fort would never be finished.
Then the bombing started.
Hours later, Norman escaped from his protected confines and raced across the parade ground. Flames raged on all sides as he closed in on his prize – the fallen American Flag.
His eyebrows were scorched beyond saving, but the First Lieutenant had just put Old Glory back where she belonged: atop the battered remains of Fort Sumter.
The Weekday One Hundred 