At the Kitchen Table

The picture is of my father during his time in the Army. In the photograph my father is sitting at my mother’s kitchen table at her childhood home before they were married. He had been in Germany during the Cold War and was a part of an intelligence group. He has a nice looking beard and clean cut hair. He is sitting at the kitchen table with his sleeves rolled up and a beer in his hand with a look of content on his face. It makes me wonder if he is happy because he is finally home with my mom or if there is a different reason for his happiness.