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

in a prison cell. I thought about the rage and hurt.

Then I thought about Aunt Martha, lying in a hospital bed somewhere, waiting for a miracle that was never coming.

“Is there another option?” I asked.

Denise and Ms. Albright exchanged a look.

“What do you have in mind, Sergeant?” Denise asked gently.

“I don’t want him to be a martyr,” I said, the words continue reading …