Prompt for January 22, 2015

Complete the short story / flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:

I had always considered myself a strong man, able to keep my emotions in check.  I didn’t cry when old Yeller got shot.  I didn’t cry when the Patriots lost.  Again.  I didn’t cry when I came back from  Iraq with fewer body parts than when I left.  But when I escorted my baby down the aisle, both of us walking, I started crying.   It was slow.  It was solemn and it ripped a whole in whatever facade I used to keep those tears in and I bawled like a baby.  I was so proud of her.

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