My Father Ordered Me to Strip Off My Uniform at His Cookout

was one more turn in it.

I didn’t know it was coming either.

Raymond rubbed his jaw once, then said, “Harold, you remember my friend Cal Mercer?”

Dad blinked. “From Bragg?”

“From Group, yes.”

Dad nodded slowly. “Sure.”

“Cal called me last October. Asked if I was related to a Colonel Walker from Savannah.”

That got everybody’s eyes on me and, to be honest,continue reading …