It was the battle to end all battles.
Cannons roared, rifles spat fire and death, swords clattered, chaos reigned. Smoke and dust and noise filled the air, gradually diminishing as combatants on each side fell, one by one, until only two stood, exhausted, weapons hanging limply by their sides, smoke clearing around them.
One soldier raised his eyes slowly, looking through the smoke and dust at a light shining in the distance, gradually becoming brighter, until he could read the message clearly.
Denny’s - Always Open
“Hey,” he yelled at his battered foe, “how about a cup of coffee?”
The enemy soldier turned and spotted the sign. “Why not. I suppose we’re done here.”
And slowly, shoulder to shoulder, they walked off toward the light.