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

was scraping blackened sauce off the grill grates though they didn’t need it.

“You know he worshipped you when I was a kid,” I said.

Raymond gave a tired grunt. “A lot of men worship the parts of service that don’t ask anything from them.”

That sounded like him.

He pointed his fork at my sleeve.

“Cal said you were a pain in the ass in meetings.”

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