I Came Home From Okinawa To A Sold Sign On My Lawn

A short, relieved sound, like a man who’d been holding his breath and finally decided the danger had passed.

They had no idea.

See, here’s what my father didn’t know – what neither of them knew – because they had never once asked me what I actually did in Okinawa.

I didn’t push papers. I didn’t sit behind a desk counting supply shipments.

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