April 17th was Independence Day for the Syrian Arab Republic. A massive military parade choked the streets of Damascus, and drew thousands of people to the center of the city, while millions more watched on television. President Assad stood, watching the soldiers and tanks roll by, wearing a tan officer's uniform, decorated in several medals. He was aware that some of the medals were mere awards by foreign countries for whatever bogus reason they gave him, but he was young and reckless when they were given to him, and he took them without much question.
In reality, he was bored to death. He had seen this same parade since he was little. It was incredibly painful to hide his feelings from the other members of his government. Only an eye trained in body language could tell he was bored and restless.
Losing track of time, he glanced at his watch, and sighed upon realizing he should've had lunch over an hour ago. He glanced around, trying to find a way out, or an excuse to leave. Forget it. I'm the president. I should leave whenever I want to. He then folded his arms over his chest and frowned. No, that's disrespectful. There're veterans here. I need to pay respects to them.
His mind began to wander. After the war ended, there wasn't much to do. Just try to repair relations with surrounding countries. He felt like he was failing at that, especially with Israel. He personally wanted to make relations between the Jewish State and Syria better. The fighting, and the Golan Heights debacle, was getting on his nerves. Maybe if he gave them the Heights as a gift, it'd show the Israelis he was willing to work with them.
That's going to take a lot of thinking. What if Netanyahu thinks I'm playing with him? Assad took another breath, knowing how smart and how dangerous the Israeli prime minister was. Easily, he could be pinned to the floor with every single spinal disc dislocated if he made Netanyahu mad. The thought made Assad cringe, but it didn't leave him, even after shaking the hands of Syrian veterans and active duty soldiers. He went back to his office in Damascus, his thoughts still wandering.