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

of the unmade bed, his head in his hands. The tough guy act was gone. All that was left was a scared little boy.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered.

“Then make me understand.”

The story came out in ragged bursts. It turned out Aunt Martha was sick. Not just a cold or the flu. She had a rare, aggressive form of cancer. The doctors here had given her continue reading …