Gemotions

He had the perfect poker face, that old man, but Robert knew the truth. He'd always known. He felt a light thrill as he held the faded photograph. His grandfather, the war hero who never mentioned his service, was grinning, relaxed, and holding a drink. The "war hero" was in a photo with three other men, all holding the same bottles. They looked nothing like the tales of valor.

Robert straightened up, his back slightly stiffer. This confirmed what he had always believed. The narrative was nothing more than a carefully built facade. He had the photos, now, to prove it.