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

I printed the packet at the copy center two blocks down because I needed paper in my hands. The clerk, a middle-aged guy with nicotine fingers and reading glasses halfway down his nose, handed it over and said, “Big day?”

“Something like that.”

He saw the uniform and nodded. “Well. Keep after it.”

I almost told him he had no idea. I didn’t.

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