I Opened a .mil Email the Night My Family Buried Me Alive

them I was expelled.”

“Because saying you refused to come home was kinder.”

I closed my eyes.

Around me, people in the coffee shop kept living their little Tuesday night lives. A teenager wiped down a syrup pump. Two tourists argued over directions to Garden of the Gods. Somebody laughed so hard they snorted.

I said, “I was on a parade field in front of continue reading …