<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/TimRoth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Detective-Liutenant Michael Holiday<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>His suburban home<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, May 4th, around 6:30<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting ready in suburbia with the family<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><hr/>Sitting on the edge of his bed, which had been neatly made as a team with his wife, Michael Holiday was in the process of slipping on his dress socks and watching the morning news.  He was remarkably numb to the banter which escalated into an argument followed by a door slam in the hallway outside their master bedroom.  Four teenagers were in varying degrees of readiness for school were making a ruckus that the two of them.were accustomed to.  Near the end of the school year, the spring fever was running high.  He slipped on his shoes and noticed a particularly silent partner in his wife Margaret.<br/><br/>"What is it?" he asked, though he was quite aware of what 'it' was.<br/><br/>Margaret replied with a huff and walked swiftly to her jewelry cabinet.  Her body language was guarded<br/>She turned with her back to her husband, her eyes glued to the earrings in the mirror as she fastened them.<br/><br/>"Joey is allowed to chose this," Michael plead his case.  "MidWest State's ROTC program is an excellent program.  Joe will graduate as an officer, not as an enlisted man.  It's a good choice for him, I am proud," he added.<br/><br/>The weekend visit to Terrence College was Margret's pick, mostly because it meant Joey would study Engineering and work in the private sector.  After the campus tour, the oldest of the Holiday clan announced he was set on the MidWest State Air Force Officer Corp program against his mother's wishes.<br/><br/>Margaret turned from the mirror and looked at Michael.  Tears were welling in her eyes.  "Memorial day is coming.  We have to go visit Nate's grave," she said sadly.  Her sister's child, Nate, had given his life in service of the US Marines in Afghanistan.  "I don't want to see Joe in a flag draped...", she stopped and choked her words on a sob for the vision of another military funeral and her baby Joey lost forever.<br/><br/>Michael walked the few steps to console his wife.  "He's a smart kid, he'll be OK.  It's his choice," he said in an assuring and tender tone.  He held his wife still, feeling her fragility in the heavy breaths  she took, the shaking of her body as she shook with sobs on the exhale.  Michael was her rock, though right now, he knew he was in dangerous territory, siding with his son on this matter.  In his heart, he knew he had to let go and let his boy become a man.  Margaret longed for days of soccer practice and piano leasons.  Days like those had flown by all too fast.  Their kids were becoming adults and it didn't seem fair.<br/><br/>Tears in her eyes, she kissed Michael.  She was still so in love with him.  "I know, you're right, I just," she didn't finish.  He knew her mind on the matter and she could feel his empathy and support as well as his resolve.  It was that resolve that made her love him and it defined her life partner.  She smiled back her sad face to try to face the world with a facade of being alright with everything.<br/><br/>Michael's phone rang, vibrating on the nightstand.  It was the sound of work before work, familiar to them both.  "Holiday," he spoke into the phone.  "Be right there," he responded to the voice on the other end.<br/>