My father shouted: At Least The Army Pays Her Rent

Her fingers were cold.

“Caleb talked about you until the end,” she said.

I had no defense against that.

My face crumpled before I could stop it.

“He was brave,” I whispered.

She smiled through tears. “He said you hated when people called soldiers brave too quickly. You told him brave people are usually just scared people with responsibilities.”

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